Youths of today spoilt with Internet

[peachair]

They are arent they? Us Brits, hormones racing might have had an old Penthouse found in our dad's drawer or a Littlewoods catelogue with underwear models to wank to. Now there is the Internet but you know, I think I prefer them days, the memories.

[django mutney]

Eee - that's nothin - when I were a lad I 'ad to get up afore I went to bed and 'ave a 'andful of gravel for me breakfast...

[@llatse@]

Yeah no nervous shuffling around in the newsagent hoping that the it wouldn't be a young bird on the till. Also being a short arse it was hard to reach the top shelf, I could sue 'em today for being heightest.
I'm amazed at the stuff you get free on the internet, don't know they're born. Still I miss the early 80s stuff like Escort, Razzle, Fiesta and the creme de la creme Mayfair, I find a lot of that stuff more horny than todays silicone bored models.

[gt60x]

Gentlemen.

Time is moving and we are getting older. Our fathers probably thought that magzines would never be beaten and i'm sure their fathers were jealous of them.

Kids today have the internet. When they are older what will their kids have?

Virtual women?

[Greenman]

Here is my twopenneth. If we had had the Internet back in the 1980's then imagine which of the Page 3 girls would have been even more popular than the American ones, with global coverage and with the advent of CD-ROM's and DVD's what marvellous opportunities there would have been for downloading some of your favourite model videos because they would most definitely considered doing them. However the video cassette revolution allowed some models to do said videos but only available in magazines for mail order. Nowadays all they have to do is make their own video showcase and bingo! instant stardom with magazines and website falling over themselves to sign them up. It was thought a coup if someone like Gayner Goodman or Heather Mills appeared on programmes like Men and Motors. Unless you had something that could record straight to computer all you had was that channel to watch-sometimes repeated ad nauseum.

The kids of today have all the technology they could want and have just about every device going that was once only considered as science-fiction. So how come, with the Internet and mobile this and that they are still bored? Its all taken for granted and I somehow think that our generation(the 60's & 70's generation) would have made better use of it-mind you does anyone remember the naughty games that appeared for the Spectrum and BBC computers? Nothing changes-except our ages. :D

[Leprechaun]

Kids today have the internet. When they are older what will their kids have?

A Holodeck! http://bestsmileys.com/drooling/3.gif

[@llatse@]

I'm waiting for Natasha Henstridge the female Terminator to turn up. Providing I can reprogram her for shag mode.:D

[t t boy]

littlewoods catelouges that brings back memmories do you remember health and efficiancy the only place you get a glimps of bush when i was a teenager:)

[maxedout]

Eee - that's nothin - when I were a lad I 'ad to get up afore I went to bed and 'ave a 'andful of gravel for me breakfast...Bloody luxury - our dad used to slice us in two wit' breadknife & dance on our graves singing hallelujah.

And you tell the kids today that... & they won't believe you.

[Greenman]

Ironically it was programmes like Monty Python and their ilk where you got to see topless women-albeit in flashes but apart from that it was the odd stripper getting her kit off in "The Sweeney" or "Minder" (Candy Davies springs to mind-yes her thread is around here) or the gorgeous babes of Benny Hill, some of which turned up in said magazines. Titbits came close to being a magnet for models as some of the early editions from the 80's used to regularly feature scantily-clad Page 3 girls, little did we know of course our foreign cousins had it better than us. Mayfair and Penthouse was the closest we got to seeing our favourite models finally nude, but then we also had Escort, Razzle(slightly sleazier type) and the more professional looking Knave, Parade and its off-shoots.

Its true that the heart raced a bit as one gazed at the football magazines but kept an eye on the top shelf-in those days(80's) you could reach up and swipe one without the newsagent seeing you in close-circuit tv mode-yes I admit I did nick the odd one and hide it down my trousers or up my jumper OR if I was really daring stick inside the Star or Sun and hope no one saw it-which usually they didn't.

The Internet has shown just how many of these magazines were hoarded by collectors and now seeing the light of day and how the foreign ones revealed more of the models than we could see here(damn our Draconian laws!!) - and it shows on this forum just how popular they still are, even though today's crop of mags are nothing compared to what we had back then and of course the heart-stopping moment when someone like Maria Whittaker, whose gorgeous boobs we were all familiar with, even her shapely bum, finally revealed the delights below stairs-don't know about you, but today for me at least with the advent of the Brazilian wax-look it holds no excitement...or maybe its me? :D

[buttsie]

The internet is a double edged sword
Too much of a good thing is no good at all

What gave erotica from yesteryear and henceforth the models from that era their huge appeal was that it/they weren't easily accessible IMHO.

I will concede finding films is a lot easier post internet

[Spleensworth]

Walking through the town park this a.m, good to see some things
never change... even the classic blue bag from the Asian corner outlet

http://pimpandhost.com/media/simple/1/thumbs/c5bc05596ca7_1.jpg (http://image.pimpandhost.com/guest/684031_x.html)

[Spleensworth]

the internet it seems can't replace the bag of woodland porn
... only compared to the vintage corner shop stuff of our youth,
things appear to have gotten a bit more exotic / harder !!

http://pimpandhost.com/media/simple/1/thumbs/291ae48f1a5d_1.jpg (http://image.pimpandhost.com/guest/684036_x.html)

[nopar king]

I'm probably getting old. But even though the internet gives the chance to see so many more pictures of girls mags still feel like the real place where porn should be. The whole experience, the smell of the mags (new ones in the newsagent, I'm not talking about the smell of the old ones you found somewhere!) trying to have a quick flick through to see which mags had one or two girls who did it for you, and then being embarressed about if you'd get served or not. And its already been mentioned there was something special about finding some girly mags someones dumped somewhere.

[marlon]

Youths of today spoilt with Internet?

Of course, but we all are, aren't we?

:D

[lovegod]

Yes maybe the internet in a way , is a bad thing as porn becomes too easily available and people become satiated.
Back in 1959 hard core porn was a glimpse of Katie Boyle's ankles
That was about as hot as it got, or Sabrina on the Arthur Askey show........a bit before my time but Sabrina was really pushing the envelope with her massive boobs.
God, how things have changed porn is now everywhere on the internet and ... maybe its a little overkill.
The great days were probably the 60s and 70s when porn was basically illegal and the police were raiding shops eevery week and Mary Whitehouse was in her heyday.
Today its all become a bit blase

[nopar king]

you guys are showing your age witb this - get with the hep cats and be groooooovy![/QUOTE]

This is not any sort of personal vendetta but we may be out of date but this is the VINTAGE erotica forum.

[sfh56]

just my opinion, but seeing sunset mag of nudes in the early 60's delivered by the fishmonger was fun, seeing a girls 16 yr old bush was heaven, porn has been around forever, easy now sure, better maybe but those of us who enjoy it are happy for VEF.
take today for what it is, can't go back and can't skip ahead

[Kei-1]

I'm waiting for Natasha Henstridge the female Terminator to turn up. Providing I can reprogram her for shag mode.:D

Wasn't that Kristanna Loken? Natasha Henstridge was Sil in the Species films- she'd shag you to get pregnant, then kill you...

[@llatse@]

Wasn't that Kristanna Loken? Natasha Henstridge was Sil in the Species films- she'd shag you to get pregnant, then kill you...
Whatever!....I'd wind up dead...but what a way to go;)

[Toxic Dog]

Yeah no nervous shuffling around in the newsagent hoping that the it wouldn't be a young bird on the till. Also being a short arse it was hard to reach the top shelf, I could sue 'em today for being heightest.
I'm amazed at the stuff you get free on the internet, don't know they're born. Still I miss the early 80s stuff like Escort, Razzle, Fiesta and the creme de la creme Mayfair, I find a lot of that stuff more horny than todays silicone bored models.

Oh, the nervous shuffling!!! I remember those days well!!

The most embarrasing moment I had buying porn (or what passed for porn in the UK in those days) at a newsagents occurred when I gingerly tendered to the bloke behind the till a copy of "Whitehouse".

I vividly recall that it had the highly sexy, totally fuckable Rosemary England on the front cover wearing a sparkling greeny-coloured body stocking type of thing, so it must've been circa 1978 / 1979, which would make me 15 / 16 at the time (I was very tall for my age though, so I could more often than not pass for 18 when the need arose).

Anyway, there I was standing with my mag at the counter trying to look all cool and casual, when this bossy, overweight woman of about 60 who was standing behind me in the queue stepped forward to the till and shouted (for the benefit of the entire shop) "THE ONLY PLACE FOR THAT SORT OF FILTH IS IN THE DUSTBIN - YOU OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF, IT'S ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING ..." (blah blah).

Her tirade continued as the bemused shopkeeper took my cash and popped my purchase into the obligatory brown paper bag. All eyes were then on me (with a variety of glances from expressing various emotions ranging from amusement to disgust) as I scuttled mortified out of the shop and headed back up Sheffield's London Road pretty damn sharpish, putting as much distance between myself and that shop as quickly as possible (I never went back there either, after that).

So yes - the young 'uns of today don't know they're born. All that smut at the click of a mouse - and all in the privacy of your own four walls.

A far cry from "our day", when virtually the only way to get your eager mits on some decent wanking material was to head for bricks and mortar stores and risk any number of potential sources of extreme embarrassment (being turned away for not being 18 / sexy bird at the till / bumping into someone your parents knew or from school or college / interfering old busybodies giving you lectures in the queue / disapproving stares from prim old ladies etc. etc.).

And yet at the same time, those days were somehow more fun, and the sense of satisfaction upon acquiring some brand new smut much greater. And of course (as stated by the poster above), most of the models back then were far, far sexier and much more "relatable-to" for the average bloke than the airbrushed, silicone-enhanced and of-a-muchness Barbie dolls who inhabit much of today's porn.

- Eric

[kiwi]

Walking through the town park this a.m, good to see some things
never change... even the classic blue bag from the Asian corner outlet

http://pimpandhost.com/media/simple/1/thumbs/c5bc05596ca7_1.jpg (http://image.pimpandhost.com/guest/684031_x.html)


Indeed, Spleensworth, finding porno was sooooo much fun when I was a teenagar. Chatting up girls was good fun too but usually frustrating :(


Where as finding a few nudie mags was always fun. :D

Though, having said that, I nearly fuckin' drowned once :eek: trying to retrieve a bag of nudie mags from the reeds by the cannal!

But that's another story.

are the 'kids' spoiled today by internet porn?

Probably. - I know I'm fuckin' spoiled by it.

And I am serious. Before the net I would have been overjoyed, for example, to find a pic a women being f*cked in all 3 holes @ the same time ... but now, that's F. normal. Its everywhere! And that was only a random example. Choose any sexual supject and it's there 4 you...

Maybe the net will kill sexual intercourse! LOL!

Kiwi

Kiwi

[marlon]

Absolutely agree with Kiwi, we are ALL spoilt, and Im not sure its a good thing either for the 'yoof of today' or us. That special rush of a new nudie mag, the innocence of getting turned on by a copy of - by todays standards - a soft core top shelf mag, crikey I even used to get turned on by P3! Nowadays if its not three fellas poking every orifice the young men I work with don't even consider it to be porn. Teenagers seem to think the sameway when it comes to their sex lives, what was once a special experience is now considered the minimum. Sounding like my dad now, but if it comes too easy it's not worth having, it has no value! I get a bigger thrill out of finding a pic I saw in a soft core mag in my twenties at this forum than I get by the modern hard core formulaic porn of today. Todays youth have got to see too much too soon - there's nowhere else to go, nothing left to see. Pity - though I don't think they'll appreciate that for some years to come. Really sounding like my dad now! Better stop..........

[Demento]

The purchase of porn as a teenager was always a heady experience. Maybe it's the closest any of us came to the adrenalin high of Russian Roulette, with the chance of being spotted by your maths teacher substituting for the solitary bullet in the barrel.

I remember those years well: it would either be a sudden, impulsive buy as you passed a newsagent or, more usually, the result of days of meticulous, impatient planning as you realised that your smut collection was feeling a little overfamiliar. Perhaps you'd spotted a particularly appealing arse on the cover of Club International, calling you like an oiled, bronzed siren from the top shelf. That image would seep into your mind, whisper to you as the school day dragged on. Soon you had that familiar hunger: the pussy pangs that could only be sated by another perilous purchase of grot.

Somehow it was always autumn or winter. The strange twilight time between 4.30 and 6 pm, streetlights just coming on, cars heading home. But you'd be setting out on a porn hunt, choosing a distant, suitably anonymous newsagent, far from neighbours, teachers or friends. You'd pray that there wasn't some sexy girl behind the till (what could be more mortifyingly uncool than handing over a copy of Knave to such a vision? You may as well have worn a badge saying 'Yes, I'm a virgin, laugh in my face').

Oh, the endless wait until the shop was almost deserted. The surreptitious, Terminator-styled scanning of the contents of the top shelf ("Club... Knave... oh god, that one in the clingfilm looks too dodgy...But maybe it shows real fucking...or maybe it's another freaky granny spank mag, like last time...) The unconvincing attempt to exude a faint air of 'man of the world' sophistication, as if the purchase of three (yes, three) porn mags was something you did inbetween nobbing Air Caledonian stewardesses and running your own oil-drilling concern.

Time to move. Grab the mags. Wrap them between The Guardian and Soldier of Fortune. Man of the world, man of the world. To the counter. Hide the tremble in the fingers, ignore eye contact by focusing with surgical intent on that box of Bubbilicious on the counter. Christ, the eternity as the prices are rung up. You feel time itself creak as the old biddy on the till scrutinises each cover for the price, that oiled, bronzed arse on the front suddenly all too painfully, embarrassingly naked ("Yes, Doris, I'm buying this for a spot of furtive teenage masturbation...") This, of course, is the moment you hear the telltale jangle of the shop bell, and realise that someone else had stepped through the door. The unique laws of porn-purchase mathematics convince you that odds are it's your mum.

And then, at last, the long walk home, your heart hammering beneath the coat that's pulled tight over the bulge of that brown paper bag (come on, you're hardly going to carry it in plain sight, now are you?). The evening air tastes sweet. You've dodged that bullet again, and you have an appointment with salty bedroom bliss.

Alternatively, one click of the mouse...

[Toxic Dog]

Demento, my son - that post of yours above sums up the whole pubescent porn-buying experience perfectly.

I chortled heartily when I read the bit you wrote about selecting an anonymous newsagents: Besides the one on London Road in Sheffield (see my musings a few posts up), I also had a couple of others from which I regularly used to source my smut, both of which involved a lengthy bus ride from where I lived on the outskirts of Sheffield into the city centre, followed by either another bus ride out or a 30-minute hike.

Occasionally I'd use one of the newsagents in or around Sheffield city centre's "Hole In The Road" (which no longer exists), but there you always ran the risk of bumping into someone you knew, besides which they were usually heaving. These I usually resorted to for the more spontaneous buys to which you allude - like when I'd seen a particulary cock-stirring cover on the top shelf, and just had to have the mag in question there and then, my desperate need to bash my bishop over the filly in question overriding all concerns about embarassment.

You hit the nail on the head about the meticulous planning as well. Porn-buying forays would be planned with almost military precision and attention to detail. I also used to try and combine mine with a trip into town when I needed to buy something else like a pair of jeans. That way, I'd have a big "legitimate" bag in which I could conceal my mag (or mags) right at the bottom, buried well out of sight.

Not only did this make it far easier to smuggle my smut into the house past my folks once I got home, it also made the subsequent walk back through town and the bus ride home far more comfortable as there'd then be no need to hide a big paper bag full of porn under your shirt & coat and tucked into the waistband of your strides, just in case you bumped into anyone you knew.

- Eric

[@llatse@]

God I thought it was just me....I had a 2 mile trudge from my house to a pokey out of the way newsagent, not unlike the local shop in League of Gentleman:eek::D......far too comfortable in our days:rolleyes:

[marlon]

Seems I wasn't the only one who stood outside the newsagents for hours in the cold and rain waiting for the shop to be empty before making my move!

Funnily enough when I stopped being embarassed about buying them I stopped!!? I think I must have got off on the thrill of danger of getting caught buying them, as soon as that stopped I lost interest.

[andysmz]

Aaaah the good old days....

I was spoiled for choice without the Internet!

1. Certain pages from the "Mind Alive" encyclopedia in weekly parts - mainly those featuring artistic representations of ladies without clothes painted by dirty Frenchmen - "Dejeuner sur Herbes" springs to mind.

2. The Daily Telegraph and Observer colour supplements - the "Fly me" ads, Courvoisier and others, not to mention that once in a lifetime occurrence with the DT where they featured pictures from David Hamilton's "Dreams of young girls" which is probably somewhat illegal these days.

3. Littlewoods, Freemans, Marshall Wards catalogues - we all know what pages !

4. Radio Times and TV Times, particularly the Christmas double issues which were pretty much guaranteed to have several wankworthy pictures.

5. Various TV programmes - generally "daytime TV" as it existed at that time because it would have been slightly awkward to knock one out over Anne Aston whilst sat next to Mum and Dad in the front room. Play School was quite rewarding with saucily miniskirted Julie Stevens ( Carry on Cleo) not to mention another unbelievable occasion where the randy cameraman spent most of the programme pointed up Toni Arthur's carelessly open legs - I saw the 11am broadcast on BBC2 and was very sore by the time the afternnon repeat on BBC1 had finished. Wimbledon fortnight was always worthwhile, having a quickie over Evonne Goolagong's frilly panties or Chris Evert's not so frilly ones, before service changed and you had to endure several tortuous upskirt minutes of Billy-Jean King.

6. Mum's Vogue and Simplicity dressmaking pattern catalogues especially the "Young Miss" pages on the Spring/Summer editions.

These young folk don't know what they're missing with their lesbian bukkake triple anal penetration gangbangs.

[@llatse@]

Don't forget the underwear section of Kays Catalogue......particularly good if page 3 model Gillian Duxbury was doing one of her famed stints;)

[hound_29]

Thanks for a great thread. I remember trying not to buy two mags from the same shop within the same month. And I'd wait for the shop to be empty before grabbing the mag and going to the counter!

[billybunter]

In Belfast there is a market area called Smithfield. It was destroyed during the troubles, but it still to this day has second hand book shops that sell porn mags. When I was a teenager I discovered to my delight that the proprietors of these shops (middle aged men) had no probs with selling porn to us school boys. They had all the the top shelf stuff plus under the counter stuff as well. Once they got to know you they would "suggest" a particular title. I loved Whitehouse, and one bloke used to keep them for me. When you bought your mag/s they would wrap them in brown paper and put them in a plain bag. Sweet! After that I avoided the newsagents. One time I walked into a newsagent and bought a copy of mayfair and a paper to hide it in. The old woman on the till read out loud: "mayfair magazine for men who like to get hard" or something along those lines. It was a tumbleweed moment when I wished the ground would open up and take me. The shop was packed.
But, today young boys just have to surf to their fav site. But I prefer the rush of the old days. On the bus home you would sit clutching your bag trying to hide your hard-on. And when you got home nothing could stop you retiring to your bedroom!
Great days.

[stvy]

Im 30, yet never bought a porn mag. I went straight from the Freemans catalogue and the News of the World, to gif's downloaded from bulletin boards and trying to hit lucky on the german channels on Sky.

I remember hearing stories of people finding porn mags stashed behind cisterns in public toilets and places like that, as if it was some commonplace occurance. Sadly I never found anything, and im not sure what condition it would have been in if I had. Did that ever really happen?

[gruntfuttock]

In my youth, growing up on a diet of Benny Hill, Kenny Everett and the odd porn magazine you found under bushes (who put those there?)
The joy of finding my older brothers stash of "titbits" then later "Fiesta", set me on the road to happiness.

As someone has said already, today, the youth have it all and they have it now, there is no fun of the hunt, or the tease of a stocking top, or Hills angels to mould their way of thinking.
Its all there in every concievable way, from simple nudity to full on animal porn to people eating crap, and all at the click of a button.

On the other toss of the coin, how many of us would now be enjoying the memories of girls from our youthful dreams without it?

I only found this place the other day, and so far I have seen pictures/photo sets, long resigned to the past, and god is it good :)

Long may it continue

[@llatse@]

Im 30, yet never bought a porn mag. I went straight from the Freemans catalogue and the News of the World, to gif's downloaded from bulletin boards and trying to hit lucky on the german channels on Sky.

I remember hearing stories of people finding porn mags stashed behind cisterns in public toilets and places like that, as if it was some commonplace occurance. Sadly I never found anything, and im not sure what condition it would have been in if I had. Did that ever really happen?
In a factory I worked at in the early 80s there used to be porn mags tucked behind the pipe of the toilet, summit to "read" on a cold morning

[andysmz]

The festive season reminds me of an early experience at the panto at Darlington Civic Theatre when I couldn't take my eyes off the leading boy's endless legs. Very confusing to find Peter Pan more attractive than Wendy !

[Estreeter]

Spoiled with the internet and playstaions, x box etc..........
Whatever happend to being a kid, riding bikes, catching insects and so on.

Parents are to blame ultimatlely:mad:

[marlon]

Spoiled with the internet and playstaions, x box etc..........
Whatever happend to being a kid, riding bikes, catching insects and so on.

Parents are to blame ultimatlely:mad:

Children learn by example. Its not like we spend our time surfing the internet, playing on playstation, and, er.

That would mean we're to blame! Well we don't do we? Do we?

Ahem, I'm taking me ball and bike and goin' 'ome!

:D

[Estreeter]

Children learn by example. Its not like we spend our time surfing the internet, playing on playstation, and, er.

That would mean we're to blame! Well we don't do we? Do we?

Ahem, I'm taking me ball and bike and goin' 'ome!

:D

You are right, i led by example with my ex's kids, she let them stuff around with the worlds modern marvels, when i suggested thing that suck, eg homework, sport etc i got labeled to old fashioned,

while with them rarely did i use the internet. In fact i even had it disconnected for a while, boy did i cop a lot of abuse when i said it was leading them astray.
Things went down hill after that

[kiwi]

Children learn by example. Its not like we spend our time surfing the internet, playing on playstation, and, er.

That would mean we're to blame! Well we don't do we? Do we?

Ahem, I'm taking me ball and bike and goin' 'ome!

:D

I don't think we are entirely to blame, marlon - I think a lot more blame can be placed on peer pressure.

My niece started school last August. She is 6 years old. Within a fortnight she was asking her mother to buy her a mobile phone because some other kiddies in her class had them. Now if parents feel safer knowing that their child can contact them instantly should there be a problem, that's one thing. But I do feel that giving children mobile phones is teaching them at a very early age to be consumers.

:( - not a healthy state of mind

Kiwi

[marlon]

I don't think we are entirely to blame, marlon - I think a lot more blame can be placed on peer pressure.

My niece started school last August. She is 6 years old. Within a fortnight she was asking her mother to buy her a mobile phone because some other kiddies in her class had them. Now if parents feel safer knowing that their child can contact them instantly should there be a problem, that's one thing. But I do feel that giving children mobile phones is teaching them at a very early age to be consumers.

:( - not a healthy state of mind

Kiwi

My point was that children learn by example - that example can come from parents, family, peers, what they see on the street or on TV - parents can't control the wider world, nor should they try, but they can control what goes on in the home and what they spend their money on. Mobile phones are a good example, they often have internet access - a parent may monitor their childs internet access at home, not realising that their child is accessing what they want on their phone. I'm not having a dig a parents per se, I've a grown up child and I can certainlly see some successes and failures in the lessons of life I taught. They have to make their own way, but we have the responsibility of setting the parameters within which they move until they are capable to make their own way. We tread a dangerous path if we simply leave things to chance, or worse still for schools and the child's peers to make the choices!

That's my rant for today.

Regards Kiwi and a good new year to you and your family,

Marlon

[andysmz]

Can we get back on track please ?

And can I add ice skaters (female) to my list of adolescent objects of desire. In fact it's another fetish that has stayed with me since then and I get definite stirrings whenever I see Frankie Poultney on that celebrity dancing on ice thing - great legs and she looks dirty as f*ck !

[marlon]

Can we get back on track please ?

And can I add ice skaters (female) to my list of adolescent objects of desire. In fact it's another fetish that has stayed with me since then and I get definite stirrings whenever I see Frankie Poultney on that celebrity dancing on ice thing - great legs and she looks dirty as f*ck !

It was female gymnastics that did for me. Olympics were boring, then suddenly Nadia Com....whatever her name was... came on and instant arousal.

Arent we going off track again here?

:D

[punkboy69]

All,

Whilst I see the OPs point, I see things a little differently. Some of the reasons are environmantal.

Fundamentally, I think the internet has spoilt US ALL and this very excellent forum illustrates this perfectly. When it became legal for me to have sex (& buy porn), it was in the middle of Thatcher's Britain and when Sullivan was at the height of his powers. Getting "anything decent" porn-wise was both difficult and expensive; at lesast £10 for a secondhand KKK magazine and £30 for a VHS film.

Today, like many here, having ditched material in house-moves etc, it just takes a minute to find out via yurmag/jobbydealer which were the cherished items I once owned. More often than not, I can find a digital download easily and freely: it astonishes me that all but 4 of the first 100 Private magazines can be found and moreso that some people think they have a right to a complete digital collection.

None of this power prevents me from dropping into Shudehill books in Manchester or checking out xhammer should I feel I need a physical copy of something. And, if I avoid yurmag, which serves a purpose, though is expensive, I am almost certain that the price in real terms will be less than the equivalent back in the eighties.

My rant over.

On a more positive note, I wish all at VEF all the best for 2009 and I will try and contribute more to the discussions and debate.

Cheers

PB

[Foxbark]

"At least £10 for a second-hand KKK magazine."

Good God!,
I knew that the reviled American outfitof the Ku Klux Klan had fingers in many a dodgy pie, but I never realised that they were active participants in the British magazine porn business of the 1980s.
Lynchings and dildo penetrations, (although their claim was 'motherhood and apple pie'), a somewhat strange combo don't you think?:eek:













All,

Whilst I see the OPs point, I see things a little differently. Some of the reasons are environmantal.

Fundamentally, I think the internet has spoilt US ALL and this very excellent forum illustrates this perfectly. When it became legal for me to have sex (& buy porn), it was in the middle of Thatcher's Britain and when Sullivan was at the height of his powers. Getting "anything decent" porn-wise was both difficult and expensive; at lesast £10 for a secondhand KKK magazine and £30 for a VHS film.

Today, like many here, having ditched material in house-moves etc, it just takes a minute to find out via yurmag/jobbydealer which were the cherished items I once owned. More often than not, I can find a digital download easily and freely: it astonishes me that all but 4 of the first 100 Private magazines can be found and moreso that some people think they have a right to a complete digital collection.

None of this power prevents me from dropping into Shudehill books in Manchester or checking out xhammer should I feel I need a physical copy of something. And, if I avoid yurmag, which serves a purpose, though is expensive, I am almost certain that the price in real terms will be less than the equivalent back in the eighties.

My rant over.

On a more positive note, I wish all at VEF all the best for 2009 and I will try and contribute more to the discussions and debate.

Cheers

PB

[marlon]

"At least £10 for a second-hand KKK magazine."

Good God!,
I knew that the reviled American outfitof the Ku Klux Klan had fingers in many a dodgy pie, but I never realised that they were active participants in the British magazine porn business of the 1980s.
Lynchings and dildo penetrations, (although their claim was 'motherhood and apple pie'), a somewhat strange combo don't you think?:eek:

I say good man, they were not British, they were foreign blighters!

:D

[meegan01]

By eck!

Back in my day you had to stand and shuffle for 20 mins unitl the shop was empty and convince a disapproving middle aged woman that you were 18 and the magazine was for your brother.

The amount of times I bottled out and brought a bottle of Lucozade instead, no wonder I couldn't sleep - I had a sugar rush every night!

Youth of today - soft a s***e !!!

[imracerx]

A Holodeck! http://bestsmileys.com/drooling/3.gif

Would need in tandem with a HoloDICK.....:p