Heh. One of these days, I’ll tell you how much fun it was checking that magazine out of a store in a Euro-socialist country.
Oh yeah, go into any of the many newsagents stocking it and you’d think you just bought a child porn magazine that specialised in post-mortem photos. I actually got asked not to come back to the Worcester WH Smiths for buying it, even though they sell it, right up there with all the sporting magazines.
Funny story, vaguely OT. As a bachelor, I frequented a small indian run corner store down the street from me. One time, while in there buying cornish pasties and beer I decided to peruse the magazine rack. After selecting some soft-core porn and a tattoo magazine (I was in the process of choosing my first ink back then, so I read every tat mag I could find) and went up to pay for my stuff. Groceries, rung up fine. Skin mag, stuffed in the bag with the groceries. Tattoo mag. The muslim lady (with headscarf but no mask) got wide-eyed, then quickly looked around like she expected to be harassed, stuffed my issue of Tattoo International into a brown paper bag then handed it to me with a “hurry up and hide this” gesture. Now bear in mind, the skin mag she rang up was fairly raunchy by UK standard and she had just tucked that one into the mostly transparent bag with my Stella and grub…..
Still makes me chuckle even now.]]>