I had a paper round in rural Cheshire when I was a kid. The discovery of a dirty mag in a hedge was a regular, and welcome occurance.No-one able to explain the phenomenon of mags being stashed in bushes all over the UK I bet.
Razzle was awful, full of dodgy readers wives and slappers.
Men only, on the other hand, was class. Proper fit birds, and it even had a motoring column to read in those rare moments when I wasn't frantically abusing myself.
Happy days