'Jazz mags' stuffed in hedgerows
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apotek said:
Has anyone on this thread put forward reasons why people put porn stashes under hedges etc?
Well over 50 years ago I found someones Parades tucked under a hedge.
I have some theories.Well over 50 years ago I found someones Parades tucked under a hedge.
Back in the day, there was little in the way of kerbside recycling or indeed bin bags. Everything went in the bin. Thus, any such material would difficult to hide in the rubbish. Litter bins could mean you might get spotted so a quick drive down the lane for one last 'use' before hastily leaving under said bush.
I wonder too if there was some altruistic motive at play too - older fellas knowing that lads might go looking happy to provide something for them to find.
StevieBee said:
Short Grain said:
On my paperound I delivered Penthouse to the house of a couple of girls in my class at school, very tame compared to other mags
Thing is, back then, porn was a gateway to much good honest bloke stuff. I found a Penthouse and once I devoured the ladies, I found myself reading all about the Lotus Esprit complete with a test drive insert piece from 'our Nige' (Mansell). I haven't looked but I'd lay money on the fact that Porn Hub don't share their views on the latest Tesla.
StevieBee said:
apotek said:
Has anyone on this thread put forward reasons why people put porn stashes under hedges etc?
Well over 50 years ago I found someones Parades tucked under a hedge.
I have some theories.Well over 50 years ago I found someones Parades tucked under a hedge.
Back in the day, there was little in the way of kerbside recycling or indeed bin bags. Everything went in the bin. Thus, any such material would difficult to hide in the rubbish. Litter bins could mean you might get spotted so a quick drive down the lane for one last 'use' before hastily leaving under said bush.
I wonder too if there was some altruistic motive at play too - older fellas knowing that lads might go looking happy to provide something for them to find.
This thread has brought back memories...
I remember as a young teenage school kid I would catch the bus into town on a Saturday where there were just two or three newsagents where I felt comfortable buying porn mags from. These were just small newsagents where there wouldn't be many other customers inside. I had a system for buying them...
I'd first go into WH Smiths where I could see them on the top shelf, but I wouldn't take any off the shelf, I would simply choose which one I wanted to buy. I then went to one of my preferred newsagents in town where I felt comfortable and not embarrassed buying them. There had to be an elderly person was serving, definitely not a young lass as I would be too embarrassed. I would stake out the shop, waiting until there were no other customers inside, then I'd nip inside, grab the mag I had previously chosen, go to the till standing as tall as I could to try and look 18, buy the mag and get out of there as quickly as possible.
Typing this has brought back the feeling of nervousness and adrenaline that flowed through my body when buying them, and then the sheer excitement of having made my purchase
I remember as a young teenage school kid I would catch the bus into town on a Saturday where there were just two or three newsagents where I felt comfortable buying porn mags from. These were just small newsagents where there wouldn't be many other customers inside. I had a system for buying them...
I'd first go into WH Smiths where I could see them on the top shelf, but I wouldn't take any off the shelf, I would simply choose which one I wanted to buy. I then went to one of my preferred newsagents in town where I felt comfortable and not embarrassed buying them. There had to be an elderly person was serving, definitely not a young lass as I would be too embarrassed. I would stake out the shop, waiting until there were no other customers inside, then I'd nip inside, grab the mag I had previously chosen, go to the till standing as tall as I could to try and look 18, buy the mag and get out of there as quickly as possible.
Typing this has brought back the feeling of nervousness and adrenaline that flowed through my body when buying them, and then the sheer excitement of having made my purchase
Le Mans 1996 or 1997. Group of 20 lads around the age of 19/20 camping somewhere inside the circuit. Woke up on the Friday morning to find a stack of porno mags in the middle of our pitch. There must have been somewhere in the region of 40-50 of them. We couldn't belive it.
We proceeded to make our way through them at our leisure, sharing the best pics with the other members of our camp, selecting our favourite double page centre spreads for the very special purpose of 'replacement pitch number' - along side the road/track by every pitch was a wooden stake aroung 3 feet tall with a board about the size of double page of a magazine showing your pitch number.
We pinned our favourite centre spreads to the pitch marker. The look on the faces of blokes walking past our pitch was priceless. Some would stop and take a closer look, others would be back with their mates to prove what they'd seen. It sparked a few conversations with our fellow campers. We also left 'read' mags by the pitch markers for passers by to take for themselves.
Forever grateful to whomever left them
We proceeded to make our way through them at our leisure, sharing the best pics with the other members of our camp, selecting our favourite double page centre spreads for the very special purpose of 'replacement pitch number' - along side the road/track by every pitch was a wooden stake aroung 3 feet tall with a board about the size of double page of a magazine showing your pitch number.
We pinned our favourite centre spreads to the pitch marker. The look on the faces of blokes walking past our pitch was priceless. Some would stop and take a closer look, others would be back with their mates to prove what they'd seen. It sparked a few conversations with our fellow campers. We also left 'read' mags by the pitch markers for passers by to take for themselves.
Forever grateful to whomever left them
I still have a couple of my old favourite Penthouse & Mayfair magazines from the early ’90s.
I also have kept a copy of Nuts.
I didn’t normally buy Nuts having moved on to full blown Scandinavian grot. However this copy made me smile & I bought it & have kept it because it’s quite possibly the happiest sentence in the English language;
“Lucy Pinder’s topless Christmas!”
All of my Scandi grot has long since been binned.
These old British mags were more nostalgic and dare I say it a bit more elegant.
Glamour vs Porn.
I appreciate that now.
I also have kept a copy of Nuts.
I didn’t normally buy Nuts having moved on to full blown Scandinavian grot. However this copy made me smile & I bought it & have kept it because it’s quite possibly the happiest sentence in the English language;
“Lucy Pinder’s topless Christmas!”
All of my Scandi grot has long since been binned.
These old British mags were more nostalgic and dare I say it a bit more elegant.
Glamour vs Porn.
I appreciate that now.
silverfoxcc said:
My mate introduced me to Readers Wives, as he put it 'Theres more chance of seeing one of these in real life, rather than the pumped up Mary Whitehouse type of model'
And he mused they would be much better in bed if you chose wisely. very prophetic words..
Ahh yes. Mary Whitehouse.... the saucy little minx And he mused they would be much better in bed if you chose wisely. very prophetic words..
Our "hedge stash" at school had a on-in-one-out rule (unlike some of the ladies especially in the Scandanavian magazines). A solitary lost glove was left on the fence. Thumb turned West meant there was new material added, thumb turned east meant new material needed.
However, the best and most reliable stash was the layby that could only be either a) reached by the 70mph dual carriageway or b) through bashing through 1/2 mile of thorny woods. We reckoned the lorry drivers used to leave the mags there as there was some very strong Euro stuff, including animals in the 1980s. We stopped after one mate said "Hey good job we're finding porn not dead prostitutes"...........a few weeks later the Yorkshire Ripper was caught and we all feared our dabs were on the pile of porn stash 10 miles away on the Yorkshire border.
A holy grail readers wives magazine had "our french teacher" in it. To be fair it looked an absolutely spot match for her on but she had the most horrible breath odour even when you were a couple of seat rows back in the lessons "you wouldn't touch it with yer mates" and whenever asked just went "silly child, ho-he-hon".
Best reaction to first find "why has that lady got a pink catapillar poking out her lady hair?"; the fourth pillar of the education system in those days.
However, the best and most reliable stash was the layby that could only be either a) reached by the 70mph dual carriageway or b) through bashing through 1/2 mile of thorny woods. We reckoned the lorry drivers used to leave the mags there as there was some very strong Euro stuff, including animals in the 1980s. We stopped after one mate said "Hey good job we're finding porn not dead prostitutes"...........a few weeks later the Yorkshire Ripper was caught and we all feared our dabs were on the pile of porn stash 10 miles away on the Yorkshire border.
A holy grail readers wives magazine had "our french teacher" in it. To be fair it looked an absolutely spot match for her on but she had the most horrible breath odour even when you were a couple of seat rows back in the lessons "you wouldn't touch it with yer mates" and whenever asked just went "silly child, ho-he-hon".
Best reaction to first find "why has that lady got a pink catapillar poking out her lady hair?"; the fourth pillar of the education system in those days.
Snatch1 said:
Le Mans 1996 or 1997. Group of 20 lads around the age of 19/20 camping somewhere inside the circuit. Woke up on the Friday morning to find a stack of porno mags in the middle of our pitch.
Username also checks out. Having a good old guffaw at all the stories here, particularly Drive Blind’s epic days out with the grumble gang.
The term “razzle stack” popped into my head out of nowhere half an hour ago and I’m still laughing about that, too.
Does loft porn count?
I am still in possession of 5 or so mags from the 70s, I liberated years ago from the loft of a previous property. God only knows why I still have them.
I'm tempted to put them in an envelope addressed to my mates, well Mr and Mrs, including a cover letter of "Welcome to fuzzy fannies monthly!" making it look like my good friends have signed up to some weird 70's S&M porn throwback mag. But that would be childish.
I am still in possession of 5 or so mags from the 70s, I liberated years ago from the loft of a previous property. God only knows why I still have them.
I'm tempted to put them in an envelope addressed to my mates, well Mr and Mrs, including a cover letter of "Welcome to fuzzy fannies monthly!" making it look like my good friends have signed up to some weird 70's S&M porn throwback mag. But that would be childish.
I've just remembered the last porn that I found lying around. About five years ago I was away with work and had parked up in the hotel's underground carpark. placed carefully on top of a litter bin (the type that's covered and has slots in the side to deposit rubbish) was a pristine Club International with an accompanying freebie DVD. I never did get round to watching the DVD which lived in my laptop bag for a couple of years before I binned it but I quite enjoyed the nostalgic feeling of perusing a magazine whilst ripping the head off.
On another note, I only got caught out as a teenager once. My mate, Kev used to have a football sticker book from which he'd removed most of the pages so he could insert a jazz mag inside the cover. He'd been round to my house one day and I'd stashed said book behind an armchair in the front room with the intention of moving it later when my mum wasn't around. I must've been 14 or 15 and had spent my paper round money on Hooch from the local shop that was well known for not giving a solitary f
k about serving underage patrons.
Having got a bit merry on my five cans of fizzy lemon pish, I forgot all about the mag when I trundled off to bed that night. When I went downstairs the next morning my mum had just finished hoovering and she passed me a Panini album from which a well-thumbed copy of Fiesta had freed itself and gave me an enquiring look. "Oh, that's Kev's", I mumbled and she said "Don't you think you ought to make sure he gets it back then?" Fair play to her, that was the end of the matter but I didn't half feel sheepish!
On another note, I only got caught out as a teenager once. My mate, Kev used to have a football sticker book from which he'd removed most of the pages so he could insert a jazz mag inside the cover. He'd been round to my house one day and I'd stashed said book behind an armchair in the front room with the intention of moving it later when my mum wasn't around. I must've been 14 or 15 and had spent my paper round money on Hooch from the local shop that was well known for not giving a solitary f
k about serving underage patrons. Having got a bit merry on my five cans of fizzy lemon pish, I forgot all about the mag when I trundled off to bed that night. When I went downstairs the next morning my mum had just finished hoovering and she passed me a Panini album from which a well-thumbed copy of Fiesta had freed itself and gave me an enquiring look. "Oh, that's Kev's", I mumbled and she said "Don't you think you ought to make sure he gets it back then?" Fair play to her, that was the end of the matter but I didn't half feel sheepish!
I remember when I was 10 or 11. My uncle had bought a large but decrepit house that was full of junk from the previous owner who had passed away. Part of the purchase agreement was that the executors would not be moving anything as they were all OAPs. My Uncle offered me £10, which was a huge sum of money back then, to spend a weekend clearing out the garage into piles on the drive. Paper/cardboard, metal/tools, wood etc. If there was anything I wanted I was welcome to keep.
I think I keep a really nice wooden tool box that appeared never to have been used, a lamp that I called a nuclear lamp that never worked. I did find half a dozen boxes of the finest grot and made about a dozen trips cycling back and forth to home with my duffel bag full of porn.
I think I keep a really nice wooden tool box that appeared never to have been used, a lamp that I called a nuclear lamp that never worked. I did find half a dozen boxes of the finest grot and made about a dozen trips cycling back and forth to home with my duffel bag full of porn.
A Few years ago i had to visit an old chap who said he had an old copy ( 1960s) of Motor Sport with an article on Jim Clark.
When i got to his house i was met with a mountain of motoring and other transport related mags, with the quote 'Its in there somewhere'
Yep and so was a massive stack of good quality Swedish stuff, but what surprised me was a pic of a couple of lasses in the 20s . When asked if they were his daughter. the reply was.. No they just come round for a cup of teas and a 'bit of fun'
This bloke must have been in his 80s
When i got to his house i was met with a mountain of motoring and other transport related mags, with the quote 'Its in there somewhere'
Yep and so was a massive stack of good quality Swedish stuff, but what surprised me was a pic of a couple of lasses in the 20s . When asked if they were his daughter. the reply was.. No they just come round for a cup of teas and a 'bit of fun'
This bloke must have been in his 80s
I never regarded Playboy to be a proper porn mag, far too much writing in-between pictures that were too tasteful.
Razzle, Escort & Knave were where it was at, or Mayfair if I fancied a posh w@^£.
I've just typed Escort porn mag into google and found a 'porn coven' where members have posted all the pages of their magazines. Kind of like digital analogue porn
Razzle, Escort & Knave were where it was at, or Mayfair if I fancied a posh w@^£.
I've just typed Escort porn mag into google and found a 'porn coven' where members have posted all the pages of their magazines. Kind of like digital analogue porn
Edited by LeadFarmer on Wednesday 9th March 12:21
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