Back to the Old Skool

Yesterday was clean, but there was a slightly odd moment when, having popped into a newsagents in a little town 100-odd miles from home, I realised I could buy one of the top-shelf magazines, pay in cash and disappear from the place never to return again, and nobody would ever know...

Printed pornography? Very 1980s. Not something I've done since becoming a connoisseur of the stuff, and really, at this stage in life, do I want to be reminded of how I got into this stupid situation? Nostalgia ain't what it used to be.... *groan*

Anyway, I left without so much as a copy of FHM to call my own, and a car mag to while away my lunch hour (although increasingly they seem to be about cars & girls, or in some cases girls & cars, these days).

Another minor victory in the ongoing battle...