During my younger years, as an avid fan of delving into an adventure story so as to escape my
parents daily ritual of verbally abusing one another, it became apparent to me that the world revolved around the power of words, written and verbally audited they became weapons of mass destruction and wreak havoc if applied in or out of context. The breakfast table was strewn with my mothers half hearted attempt at bringing the family together in a vain effort to create an atmosphere of good nourishment and fair conversation. During another one of my parents early morning rituals of both attempting to outdo each other with verbal banter I found myself drawn to the
newspaper lying seductively, strewn across the breakfast table with one end dipping in the discarded cornflakes bowl and the other flapping in the gentle breeze, courtesy of the open window. I peered over and was
amazed at the lack of typed text but even more amazed by the black and white
porn that was splashed across the open pages, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be found in a daily tabloid!
Curiosity is second nature to a 15
year old female and I was no different. Parents otherwise preoccupied I reached over and decided to feed my curiosity. I cleared a space and closed the newspaper in an awkward attempt that the pages sat neatly back in the cover. After a few frustrating minutes of shuffling and frustration I gave up, laid down the newspaper and drew a deep breath, preparing myslef to venture into the unknown and the world of adult literature - complete with words and pictures. Twenty five minutes later, parents now absent from the kitchen area I had completed my task. I was no longer a 15year old girl. I had been drawn into a world of cheap porn pictures, gambling - by means of bingo cards with promises of big money prize payouts and pretty pictures of jockey gear to get you betting on horses. Coupons so that you can go to the local co-op and buy un-necessary useless items to clog up your cupboards and of course that dream of a villa in spain -could be yours! A cup of sweet tea was in order!
After that fateful morning. I spent many more mornings in a similar fashion. Waiting for my parents to realise that it was time to engage in verbal tennis so that I could slip away with the folded grey reading material and getting my daily fix of a distorted kind of reality. Over the years I have never been disappointed. Whenever I feel the need for a fix of written persuasion of fantasy and soft porn I only have to purchase a copy of The Sun paper and my addiction is duly satisfied. Seldom changes but bigger promises are made and they seem to have this amazing ability of 'getting in first' when it comes to major celebrity disclosure or life changing events - never been able to work out quite how they do this - But somehow they manage too, don't they?
Josaphine O'Mahoney
More reviews about the The Sun