Heavy metal.


The Beauty of discovering pron as a child was that it you never knew when/where or how it was going to happen, but when it did – whatever you had planned for that day went straight out of the window… Brain activity surged to new heights as you had to enjoy the moment, plan what to do with it, keep your excitement levels to a minimum and act like it was another day all at the same time, as inevitably, there was always a parent in close proximity.

One such example of this is described below:

I was about 11 years old and used to play round my mates house on his megadrive and do the usual kids stuff… until you’ve completed the games and boredom sets in.

“Have you ever heard Napalm Death?”

Of course I hadn’t – My friend went on to tell me that his brother has all these Heavy Metal LP’s that he listens to and its really funny – and we could play a game. Take the Napalm Death record out and put it on the record player – pick a song and then reading the lyrics from the Vinyl sleeve you had to listen to the song and try and work out were you were up to in the song – as it was nigh on impossible to work out what they were singing. We played a few tracks and laughed at the growling vocals but were running low on songs…

“got any more?” I asked

With that – my mate pulled out two big boxes filled with various 80’s heavy metal LP’s all in pristine condition – we started rifling through them and selected a Motley Crue album – pulled out the record and ….”ello – whats this?”

Fiesta!

In just as good condition as the record – we flicked through the pages revelling in our find and then we picked out another album - Iron Maiden if I recall correctly – out pops a copy of Razzle – we then both looked at each other and thought the same thing. ‘there’s 2 boxes here – at least 100 albums – oh please god!!!’

We took a box each and set to work – about 1 in 3 albums revealed another grumble mag hidden inside – this was the mother load, it was like working through a strip of scratch-cards, keep the winners and bin the losers…This was fast becoming a much better day than we had planned. It was too much to take in… We all know that when we had a ‘tommy tank’ years ago, we used to get our bongo mags out and have a good read through until you have selected your ‘favourite’ and then go in for the kill… Here we had stacks of grumble and it was too much to take in – every page revealing another fleshy delight – everyone was amazing – I was too young to know if I was a blonde or brunette kind of guy.

But then it hits you – at any moment, we could be rumbled – his brother could come home, his mum could walk in…. we need to exercise caution. Only a fool would leave a trail or raise suspicions. This was our treasure and No one could know.

Our summer was spent tactfully nipping in an out of his brothers room to ‘Borrow an album’.

Definitely one of the best ways to hide your ‘Stash’…. Kept his bongo mags pristine for years….
(Pat mustard, Fri 12 Aug 2011, 14:52, 1 reply)

Ahhh memories
Gatefold sleeves were fantastic for smuggling pr0n into the house. You kids today with your CDs and MP3s.
(kitescreech still here, Sat 13 Aug 2011, 11:29, closed)