We also had a dogshit alley. There were two dogs that would chase you if they got out their yard. I remember swinging at one with my sports bag to get away.
Rumour had it one guy in our year got chased and he killed it. We stopped walking though after that
I remember there was a salt bin near the old youthy that someone stashed a ton of Max Power mags and porn in.
One kid we knew was so excited and took us all down to see it.
Pretty funny.
Was that the Amish kid’s supply of motoring magazines?
Ha escort, fiesta and max power . Got to be an Essex boys (wet) dream
Yellow car 
When I was 8, me and a friend found a copy of Shaving Special near a local beck. It catered for vaginal topiary fans and had a wide variety of dye-jobs, jazzy shaping and fades and so on. It was the first and only source of vagina images available to me until I saw the real thing, which meant my expectations were way higher than reality and it was hard not to be a bit put off by what I encountered with my first girlfriend. A good example of the damage porn can do to young peoples sex lives.
Your gran can’t get a taxi for her GP’s appointment, can you give her a lift in your little yellow car, thanks love.
I’ll never forget the day me and a pal were trying to get into an abandoned house, we scaled the back wall and into the yard which was filled with rubble. In the middle was a large roll of carpet with a body sized bin bag inside, we were a bit unsure at first but morbid curiosity got the better if us and we’d unrolled it ready to see what a dead body looked like.
Turned out it was hundreds of jazz mags. We forgot about the house and spent a good hour laughing at the haircuts and muffs (vintage jazz) and trying to out do each other with finding the muckiest picture, I was only 8 or 9 at the time so some of it was mind blowing, “wow I didn’t know you could put it there!”
The highlight was humphing it all over the wall to blow away like a pornado and taking turns in posting mags through people letter boxes, we even made a tastefull arrangement in the laundrette window that stayed for a couple of days.
Zoro, that is one mighty fine word.
I used to work at a community center and every once in a while we’d go out with volunteers and would pick up litter in the neighborhood. Once we decided to clean up the river banks and found a portable vagina or whatever you’d call that (it was basically a plastic body with no limbs or head but it definitely had a serious fake cunt and a serious fake arsehole) among other weird things people had dropped there. I was surrounded by mums from various communities who were all super religious (either christian or muslim) who weren’t as impressed as me. Their kids seemed amused though. Great shift that day.
The first jazz mag I ever saw was in a bush round the back of sainsburies and a year later i kissed a girl for the first time ever in that bush.
Pleasant memories
Sorry guys. Too lazy to delete my message above and add it to this reply.
Ben- faris and I made about 5 rap songs about extreme violence and our sexual prowess when we were 16/17 on my phone.
I got mugged one very late, lonely night in lewisham and as the giant of a man stalked off I saw him flicking around my phone.
I was petrified for years that it would surface
First skate or the year. Bit trickier carrying this extra weight but managed to land some stuff.
Found out I’ve got a photo in the new Dogpiss Mag - a nice surprise!
This is a great issue. Best one yet. It’s really nice, this one.
Saw a physio about my ACL deficient knee a couple of weeks ago and it’s feeling much more stable already
What he got you doing?
Lots of laying on the floor with a resistance band and some one leg squats that make me feel like a grotesque flamingo
