Comments on: The Web: young people today don’t know they’re born

By: Mark Ford

Mark Ford — Thu, 09 Sep 2010 09:16:43 +0000

I can also confirm that Johnny wankmag was active woods around a Scout camp in the Sussex countryside back in the late 80′s, I remember the joy of finding a stash amongst the bracken… happy days.

Funny enough I was in a corner shop last night where they had a large selection of top shelf magazines & I thought “people still buy those? Haven’t they heard of the Internet?!”

By: Henryson

Henryson — Thu, 24 Sep 2009 12:01:20 +0000

“Shaved German Nurses in Aqualungs” thanks for the tip, this happens to be my particular fetish!

By: Yes, it was me

Yes, it was me — Sat, 21 Jun 2008 13:10:05 +0000

There is a great UK short film just doing the festivals that deals with the ‘finding porn in the woods’ thing. It’s set in the 80′s and is called ‘Love Does Grow on Trees’ – check it out if you can!

By: Bill Lees

Bill Lees — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 09:39:09 +0000

I too, can confirm that Johnny Wankmag operated as far afield as Paisley, in the west of Scotland. When I was growing up there during the 1960s and early 70s, we would also regularly find stashes of discarded second-hand gentleman’s art pamphlets, typically under hedgerows. I still recall the shudder of wondering if the mags’ owner would come back and catch you thumbing his Fiesta, but of course he never did. I now know that it’s a guilt thing. After a while, you feel ashamed of what you’re doing for the 43rd time with that dog-eared old copy of Big ‘Uns Monthly, and you feel the need to ditch your stash. Leaving it in a convenient location for hormone-afflicted youths to recover is a traditional act of kindness, and the urge to do so is acquired sort of organically by a generation of gentlemen as they make their way through life’s choppy waters of sexual turmoil. And it’s green too. Re-cycling ? Yep, we did it.

The interweb has taken away all the joy.

By: Price Albert

Price Albert — Fri, 09 May 2008 23:05:45 +0000

You youngsters don’t know yer born! Why,in my day there was no serendipitous finds, back in the 60s the playground porn barons would charge 2 “Passing Clouds” fags just for 1 distressed parade magazine. They were black & white, all the minge airbrushed out, or worse still, concealed behind a flowerpot. Nasty shock for a lad getting hand up knix for the first time! But it never done us any harm… EEEeee…

By: Robbie

Robbie — Wed, 18 Apr 2007 02:32:46 +0000

Having gone to boarding school there was a pretty decent jazz mag market – value was usually based on the relative quality of the magazine as well as the condition. A brand monkey-spanking new copy of Club International would carry far more marketable value than a spunk-spattered Escort or Razzle, for instance. Playboy was always a prized item, but as there was zero flange I was never on the buyers’ list. Some of the mags that entered circulation had been purchased by elder brothers or tall mates, and others had been left behind by various ‘Johnny Wankmags’ from Scotland to Devon.

I still pick up my copy of Club this day – the missus understands that the no-shag nights need to be covered in some way – and in spite of the Internet I still think that there is nothing better than having a glossy mag in your hands!