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Originally Posted by garinda
When I was 13 you had to go out to look for smut.
Strangely, hedgerows, and derelict houses were favoured spots, where things like that were stashed.
I'd never have left the house if they'd have had the internet thirty years ago.
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I used to stash my cache of smut, along with a few packets of Embassy and the odd bottle of Strongbow Cider in a locker in the miners' changing rooms at the disused Scaitcliffe Pit. By smut I mean a pile of back copies of Parade magazine which featured pics of young ladies in swimsuits - the sort of thing that you can see in any popular newspaper these days. One Sunday evening I turned up to discover that the lot had been nicked. Gutted, I was.
Apologies for thread wander...just an old man reminiscing. Please carry on with your discussion.
