Ancient Citizen
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I do indeed remember scouring hedgerows for rotted, good bits missing, thrash mags, finding one intactDo you remember hedge porn, AC?
was like Christmas, your birthday and Bonfire night rolled into one. Then a sprint that would awe Kyle Walker
back home, with it rolled up and tucked into the back of your pants, and tear arsing upstairs to the Bog.
What I've never figured is why the mags ended up in hedgerows, I've never met anyone who's admitted slinging one
away in such a fashion, most of us were totally skint, so possession of such material was a sign of real kudos.