From the outside it wasn't really anything special. An average  house in a relatively well off part of South East London, probably built in the housing boom that immediately followed the end of the second World War
   Little did I realise that behind the unremarkable door of that unremarkable house I would be privileged to find the largest, most diverse and comprehensive collection of adult magazines, books and erotica that I had seen in over 40 years as a seller, collector and enthusiast
   The rooms on the ground floor contained the most recent publications, familiar titles from the 1980’s and, moving backwards, the 70’s. As I moved to the upper floors I also moved back in time – lovingly maintained complete collections of both familiar and rare titles from the mid to early 1970s and then back further to the 1960’s, the era of mini- skirts, coffee bar soho, Profumo and Harold Wilson. Still searching through rooms I was back still further in time, before my own memories; the lurid covers, exploitation style titles, and graphic artwork of 1950’s America. Magazines in which even the ads were seductive and captivating ……