It must have been the early to mid seventies when I came across my elder brother's collection of magazines, stashed away at the bottom of his wardrobe under a pile of yellowing Morning Stars. We were a Catholic family, and had a mother who gave us a catechism to read at home. So it was with a pounding heart and a soul throbbing with guilt that I found myself unable to resist turning every page of the forbidden books and feeling my mind whirling with intoxication and fear of discovery.
In the many years since then I've never been able to forget a picture feature entitled "Strip Squash", where as you can probably imagine two beauties play squash and well... strip. Any collectors out there recognize this? Do tell.
Can we revisit the well of memory and be changed, or are we just made more of the same?