The Passage Of Time.

Porn gets a bad rap these days, but wherever you stand on that debate, I think we can all agree this display in Kings Heath's HM News is utterly charming; an echo from a bygone age, from a time when 50 Plus women, such as Ingrid from Spalding, were exotic, unattainable figures to a callow youth such as myself. They became like old friends; both thrilling and comforting.

With the passage, so to speak, of time, they don't seem quite so unattainable, but remain thrilling nonetheless.

I popped in to get my copy of Private Eye, and now I shall retire to my bedchamber to peruse some reading material.

💯 would recommend.

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