There were a few scudbook/car crossovers eh? Fiesta, Escort, Mayfair. I don’t suppose the ford razzle would have sold many mind you. Even less than the hyundai spunk-guzzling-shit-eating-grannies (diesel)
The jazz-mag industry must be taking a pounding (wahey!) these days. Who would go through the embarrassment of having to buy their porn at the shops, when you can happilly get your smut direct to your computer and for fuck all?
In saying that though, it’s always been an integral part of any lad’s trip away, that you have a competition to see who can steal the most notorious scudbook from the services. The winning entry is then used to decorate the bus windows.
Did anyone ever find a scudbook in the woods when they were a wee guy? At the time you thought it was magic, but looking back, it’s as sinister as fuck really. Who left it there? Who has to go to the woods for a sherman?! Why?!Why!?!??!?!
Eddiemunster, I came (oo-er!) in here to say aw the Razzles I had as a boy were exclusively from the wee woods next to St Anne’s primary in Erskine. Me and my pal stashed some behind a brick in an old wall once, and when we went back they’d gone missing. So I think they were just passed on to a new generation of wankers.
The scud mag industry’s probably still thriving – it’s mostly auld cunts that buy them.
Here’s a sinister one. I ‘borrowed’ a couple of them from a mate of mines stash out in his hut once when we were of jazzmag age.
I say ‘a mate’ but he was an arsehole actually.
And it seems he was into cutting out the wee tiny pictures of dildos on the adverts pages and pritt-sticking them onto the pictures of the wummins’ fannies.
Work that one oot man.
And before any other cunt jumps in, I’m hoping it was pritt stick anaw.
So it seems to be something of a right of passage, to find some jazz pamphlets in the woods. Nice one, I don’t feel so seedy now other cunts have done it as well.
Limmy, I appreciate your caution in removing the smut from the pervert’s lair and taking it to a more secure location for detailed perusal.
Rossco, you are probably right. Auld cunts who can’t work computers will still purchase their porn in the traditional manner. Also, lorry drivers love a scudbook as well don’t they? Oh and by the way, I reckon your pal sneaked back to the stash and bumped you for the mags. I would have, if I was him.
It was a right of passage to find a stash of pornos in the woods. I mind we found a massive haul of Club International and Knaves in the woods near the bmx track next to Cults Primary in Aberdeen. We were so worried the older boys in P7 would find them so we used a codeword when discussing them… “socks”… people must of thought we were retarded talking about going to woods to examine the “socks”… the stupidity of youth!
This also prompted the “what would you do… if you found a porno with your mum in it?” debate.
make sure and get a day ticket so you can check out the woods between park mains school and rashielee. That was a hunting ground. You had the schoolies and auld cunts from Rashielee stashin in there:
razzle was one of my favourite grumble magazines … great stuff. nostalgic reminiscing has me fondly regarding some serious ‘hand to gland’ combat whilst holding a razzle … seems like the moneyshot was only yesterday.
Just before his funeral.
The undertakers will put the orders of service on a high shelf just as ye come in. And of course one of the hymns will have tae be o’come all ye faithfull.
I once gave a lend of mine to a younger lad who lived on the same council hoose estate. His maw caught him with it and straight away the wee cunt said “oobster gave me it”.
His maw then phoned ma maw and I got a right shoutin at. The wee bawbag should have lied and said he found it. Behind a brick in the woods or something. I was 13 at the time.
Saying that, a few years later he and his girlfriend done themselves in coz he couldnt bear to be away from her when he joined the army.
Aye Robin, I know those woods there – you’d find some nasty things stuck to your shoe and/or arse once you came oot the other side. And that’s just the Park Mains lassies! Hohoho!
Jings, its like friends reunited in here. Rossco, I stayed in mains drive so it was probably me who nicked yer scud mag.
I also went to Rashielee primary and remember finding pages of a pron mag under the pylon next to the football pitch during playtime. I think we left it there when the bell rang but when we went back at lunchtime it was gone.
There was always a lot of porn lying around in Park Mains. The paths and woods around the high school were practically littered with scud mags. It’s hardly surprising though – Erskine always was full of wankers.
FFS ………ehh a NSFW post !
I had him taken out. He was going to steal my idea for scratch n’ sniff scudbooks.
There were a few scudbook/car crossovers eh? Fiesta, Escort, Mayfair. I don’t suppose the ford razzle would have sold many mind you. Even less than the hyundai spunk-guzzling-shit-eating-grannies (diesel)
Big jugs and bum special?
“Sorry, hen, but yer jist no right fur this week’s edition. Ye’ve got the chest, but yer lackin’ in the arse area.”
Bet you that potentially ruined several careers.
‘Big Jugs and Bums Special’…… Quality!
The jazz-mag industry must be taking a pounding (wahey!) these days. Who would go through the embarrassment of having to buy their porn at the shops, when you can happilly get your smut direct to your computer and for fuck all?
In saying that though, it’s always been an integral part of any lad’s trip away, that you have a competition to see who can steal the most notorious scudbook from the services. The winning entry is then used to decorate the bus windows.
Did anyone ever find a scudbook in the woods when they were a wee guy? At the time you thought it was magic, but looking back, it’s as sinister as fuck really. Who left it there? Who has to go to the woods for a sherman?! Why?!Why!?!??!?!
Eddiemunster, I came (oo-er!) in here to say aw the Razzles I had as a boy were exclusively from the wee woods next to St Anne’s primary in Erskine. Me and my pal stashed some behind a brick in an old wall once, and when we went back they’d gone missing. So I think they were just passed on to a new generation of wankers.
The scud mag industry’s probably still thriving – it’s mostly auld cunts that buy them.
I’ve created this Google map to show you where I once found a porno, and where I went to look at it.
eddiemunster says ‘sinister as fuck’
Here’s a sinister one. I ‘borrowed’ a couple of them from a mate of mines stash out in his hut once when we were of jazzmag age.
I say ‘a mate’ but he was an arsehole actually.
And it seems he was into cutting out the wee tiny pictures of dildos on the adverts pages and pritt-sticking them onto the pictures of the wummins’ fannies.
Work that one oot man.
And before any other cunt jumps in, I’m hoping it was pritt stick anaw.
So it seems to be something of a right of passage, to find some jazz pamphlets in the woods. Nice one, I don’t feel so seedy now other cunts have done it as well.
Limmy, I appreciate your caution in removing the smut from the pervert’s lair and taking it to a more secure location for detailed perusal.
Rossco, you are probably right. Auld cunts who can’t work computers will still purchase their porn in the traditional manner. Also, lorry drivers love a scudbook as well don’t they? Oh and by the way, I reckon your pal sneaked back to the stash and bumped you for the mags. I would have, if I was him.
Fuck it, next time I’m home, I’m taking a bus to ma old primary school to hunt for scud mags.
Limmy, did you move to a spot so that everyone in the high flats could see you, just like your own version of that Sony advert?
great map limmy – they should have a memorial plaque to show where the incidendent happend – or some sort of erection at least.
copyright , plagerism blah blah blah
It was a right of passage to find a stash of pornos in the woods. I mind we found a massive haul of Club International and Knaves in the woods near the bmx track next to Cults Primary in Aberdeen. We were so worried the older boys in P7 would find them so we used a codeword when discussing them… “socks”… people must of thought we were retarded talking about going to woods to examine the “socks”… the stupidity of youth!
This also prompted the “what would you do… if you found a porno with your mum in it?” debate.
Rossco,
make sure and get a day ticket so you can check out the woods between park mains school and rashielee. That was a hunting ground. You had the schoolies and auld cunts from Rashielee stashin in there:
http://maps.google.co.uk/maps?f=q&hl=en&geocode=&q=park+mains+erskine&sll=55.811836,-4.3203&sspn=0.000546,0.001255&ie=UTF8&ll=55.903902,-4.458368&spn=0.004354,0.010042&t=h&z=17&msa=0&msid=103762644236644871454.0004479b18cc253743bc4
Limmy Says:
March 4th, 2008 at 11:57 am |
I’ve created this Google map to show you where I once found a porno, and where I went to look at it.
I thought that was you when i went by on the east Kilbride train last week ya durty
lorry drivers also like killing hookers….possibly using a rolled up scud book?
He’ll be stored on the top shelf at the Morgue so no kids can reach him!
And be wrapped in a newspaper so noboby can tell its him….etc…
Instead of having him burried or cremated, they should just toss him into some bushes. Just like his mags.
razzle was one of my favourite grumble magazines … great stuff. nostalgic reminiscing has me fondly regarding some serious ‘hand to gland’ combat whilst holding a razzle … seems like the moneyshot was only yesterday.
I hate men.
Just before his funeral.
The undertakers will put the orders of service on a high shelf just as ye come in. And of course one of the hymns will have tae be o’come all ye faithfull.
Will my scud collection become more valuable now that hes dead like all great artists
I love women.
I once gave a lend of mine to a younger lad who lived on the same council hoose estate. His maw caught him with it and straight away the wee cunt said “oobster gave me it”.
His maw then phoned ma maw and I got a right shoutin at. The wee bawbag should have lied and said he found it. Behind a brick in the woods or something. I was 13 at the time.
Saying that, a few years later he and his girlfriend done themselves in coz he couldnt bear to be away from her when he joined the army.
Strange old world, eh?
Aye Robin, I know those woods there – you’d find some nasty things stuck to your shoe and/or arse once you came oot the other side. And that’s just the Park Mains lassies! Hohoho!
Jings, its like friends reunited in here. Rossco, I stayed in mains drive so it was probably me who nicked yer scud mag.
I also went to Rashielee primary and remember finding pages of a pron mag under the pylon next to the football pitch during playtime. I think we left it there when the bell rang but when we went back at lunchtime it was gone.
There was always a lot of porn lying around in Park Mains. The paths and woods around the high school were practically littered with scud mags. It’s hardly surprising though – Erskine always was full of wankers.
Aye, it should be called “Foreskine”.
Big jugs and bum special?
“Sorry, hen, but yer jist no right fur this week's edition. Ye've got the chest, but yer lackin' in the arse area.”
Bet you that potentially ruined several careers.