[NSC] Dirty Mags, are they still around?

[R. Slicker]

In the 90's I was started working for a company that put TV systems into Hotels, when you 1st started, your job was to change the outlet plates, boring but necessary, however, in those days, every time you moved a piece of furniture in a hotel room, jazz mags fell out everywhere. I remember it took me weeks to change the outlets at Bristol Marriott.

 

[Taybha]

Found a Angling times on the train , my god you should of seen the size of the Tench , I could feel the eyes of other passengers burning into the back of my head , I didn't care , best train journey ever

 

[albionfan37]

I was in a ditch recently and saw a couple of jazz mag pages caught up in a bush if that helps

 

[clockend1983]

I knew where my dad hid his

 

[Baker lite]

Out on our cycle along the seafront this morning a mate and I were waxing lyrical and getting all nostalgic.

Perhaps a question for the younger NSCers, are titles such as Mayfair, Knave and Club International still on sale at the likes of WH Smith’s or your local newsagent?

When living in Manchester in the mid 1980’s I recall the dungaree and Doc Martens brigade marched into Smiths in the city centre, emptied the top shelf and dumped them on the counter, to which one northern male wag quipped “If you girls took a bit more pride in yourselves you might get asked to take your clothes off” [emoji85]
Thankfully he got out of the shop alive and in one piece.

Don’t think today’s Yoof will ever appreciate a good tug pamphlet, used to have an excellent variety on display when I did Me paper round, from the old grotters in razzle and fiesta, the more upmarket knave and the holy grail of top draw tussage and well maintained lady gardens in Club. Also remember the deep joy of occasionally happening upon a **** mag in the hedgerows,ok,some had the centre fold spattered in bollock bile but you could work round that.


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[DJ NOBO]

Club International man, myself.
Although my dad’s collection of Penthouse provided a solid introduction into porn.

 

[pasty]

https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/Knave-Volume-26-Number-9-/114619722106?_trksid=p2349624.m46890.l49292

Ewwww

 

[Bladders]

I was in a ditch recently and saw a couple of jazz mag pages caught up in a bush if that helps

Always got mine in my youth from in or under a Bush, wonder how they always ended up there


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[METALMICKY]

Best mates dad when I was a junior school used to hide his stash of H&E magazines at TLD bottom of his wardrobe. Pretty tame stuff that half hearted attempt to pose as naturist.

 

[R. Slicker]

Found a Angling times on the train , my god you should of seen the size of the Tench , I could feel the eyes of other passengers burning into the back of my head , I didn't care , best train journey ever

Eurgh, Did you not consider what could have been on the hands of the bloke that left it?

 

[albionfan37]

Always got mine in my youth from in or under a Bush, wonder how they always ended up there


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’s back in the day made it hard work to get em that’s for sure

 

[nwgull]

If we’re talking about Jazz Mags discarded in hedgerows, can we please use the correct terminology: Grumbleweeds.

Razzle women were absolute filth, and who can forget the Razzle Stack? They say money can’t buy class, but for an extra quid you got the women in Club International.

 

[Seagull]

When I was about 10 on the beach in Cornwall, my younger brother and I found some tatty, dick-laden porn pages in a cave. The page heading read "the semi-final" and appeared to be some kind of knob contest. We rushed back to show my Mum. She had a quick peruse and said: "I wonder when the final is?!"

 

[zeemeeuw]

Always got mine in my youth from in or under a Bush, wonder how they always ended up there


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There did seem to be a direct correlation between the disappearance of mags from bushes and the demise of bushes from the mags.

 

[nwgull]

Always got mine in my youth from in or under a Bush, wonder how they always ended up there


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They will have been deposited there by the previous owner in a fit of post-masturbatory shame, which he’d probably come to regret about 24 hours later.

 

[Mr Bridger]

Spent many a 2 mins in the bathroom studying every inch of Mary Millington back in the day.

 

[Raleigh Chopper]

I remember seeing a jazz mag outside a shop in a paper/magazine display in Majorca, many years ago called New C****s.
Anyone could browse or buy, I have always admired the European/Scandinavian attitude towards sex, compared to us.
I think I also still hold the world record for browsingthe shelves of a video rental shop pretending to look at the middle shelf whilst actually looking at the top shelf.
After 50 minutes I walked out, frustrated, with Jaws.

 

[Paulie Gualtieri]

I remember seeing a jazz mag outside a shop in a paper/magazine display in Majorca, many years ago called New C****s.
Anyone could browse or buy, I have always admired the European/Scandinavian attitude towards sex, compared to us.
I think I also still hold the world record for browsingthe shelves of a video rental shop pretending to look at the middle shelf whilst actually looking at the top shelf.
After 50 minutes I walked out, frustrated, with Jaws.

It’s not safe to leave a shark out of water for 50 minutes


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[Deleted member 2719]

A place I worked in the 80s had a stack of mags, as reading material for tea breaks. One day a guy called Alex bought in another mag, this guy used to polish the cars, he was built like a shite brick house and always had a tan. He hardly spoke a word.
The lads said to me, (I was the junior 16 years old) I could have first look at it, they were all sniggering as I flicked through and stopped on what looked like Alex the car polisher ready to buff some girls mud flaps.

Yep Alex was a porn model!

I miss the banter, let's face it you would never get away with this harmless fun nowadays.

 

[Stat Brother]

I once had a lady friend round as another mate was boxing in my bath (not a euphemism).

He calls out from the bathroom - 'you better come and see this'.
Naturally I think - 'shite this cost'.
Stuffed behind the old manky panel and under the bath was a mass of 20 year old (late 60's early 70's) porn and naturist magazines.

So we start going through all the magazines.

My lady friend starts trying to pull apart the pages stuck together.

She's chuntering on about why they were stuck.
Me and my mate are wincing and cringing.

Finally I couldn't take any more and exclaimed:-

'what the hell do you think they're stuck together with?'


It took a while - far too long - but when the penny finally dropped it became pretty clear 'porno day' had come to an end.