H & E, Parade, Spick and Span – you’d probably need to be a man of my age to remember them. They were what passed for top-shelf “porn” when l was a lad. (It helped to be tall).  They were called “men’s glamour magazines”.

By today’s standards they were tame indeed, the sort of stuff you might have seen on page 3 of The Sun.  “Top shots” certainly but below the waist?  Nada.  By an early version of photo-shop editing nether regions were touched up to show nothing; it was as though a wound had been healed by the hand of Jesus.

It wasn’t the best sex education for 11 year olds.