IF THE over-40s were honest about how technology has transformed the world, they’d say ‘you can get porn now.’ Back in their younger years, these had to suffice:
The Kays catalogue
Such a staple of teenage wanking it’s surprising a whole generation didn’t grow up with a fetish for slimming girdles and twin-sets. Even when unearthed by archaeologists 25,000 years hence, the last Kays catalogue will fall open at the lingerie section.
Any TV with a hint of nudity
The fabled Channel 4 red triangle saw millions of teenagers watch classics of French New Wave cinema for a flash of boob. Soon TV execs realised they’d get tabloid headlines for anything controversial and millions tuned in to The Singing Detective only to realise it was mostly about flakey skin.
Crap erotic films
More an adult thing which makes it even more pathetic, but shit like 9½ Weeks did incredible business. Males under 18 had to make do with the hotties in Carry On films on TV, slightly marred by the presence of Terry Scott and Bernard Bresslaw.
Strip poker on an 8-bit computer
Anyone playing frustrating computer poker to unveil pixelated hotties was desperate in a way today’s men cannot comprehend. Especially when they ran out of clothes and a bug made them saucily bet their ‘As63RD##;..%’ before the game crashed.
Bonkbusters
The moment any teenage boy realised his mother’s Jackie Collins and Pat Booth books were absolute filth, he never looked back. Soon he was haunting the library looking for any fat novel about a young woman’s journey through a patriarchal society where she shagged a lot.
Actual porn mags
Very, very weird. Apart from Playboy extremely British and working-class, with titles like Big Jubblies, articles about fighter planes and lorry drivers writing letters about nymphomaniac hitchhikers. Most HGV drivers chose their careers thinking it would be non-stop sex rather than f**king around with a tachograph.