Memory Lane

I know this blog has been pretty quiet for a while but in the last few days there have been a few things I've felt moved to post about so I'm going to give it another go. Hope everyone who read it before has been keeping well - welcome back if you've found me again and welcome to any new readers.

What particularly prompted this post was that while I've been back home with my family over Christmas I thought it was time to get out my old laptop and delete all the videos I'd had saved on there. I don't ever use the computer any more - I don't even have it in my new house - so there's not much point keeping them. The computer is so desperately old, tired and slow that it takes 15 minutes just to boot up and has severe difficulty managing to play a video now anyway, and I took the decision when moving across to my new laptop a year or two ago that in this day and age, with so many spanking clips being posted on so many websites all of the time, it really isn't necessary to have one's own private collection, so I didn't migrate them across with the rest of my data. Plus, of course, the changes in the law which makes certain types of video illegal were scheduled (last I heard) to be commenced this January, and I don't know whether any corners of my collection might have fallen foul of prying eyes. I would hope not, but I'd rather not take any chances.

Of course, I couldn't delete them all before having a flick through some of them - which I was very much enjoying until my poor computer gave up on the videos and I, probably for the last time, gave up on it. The collection had been building up over probably the last 7 or 8 years and looking through old favourites really took me back - there were videos in there which were my staple diet back in the days when real spanking was a dream I never thought I'd experience and finding a free clip was like stumbling across water in the desert. (This is how conversations are going to go when my generation has grandchildren. 'You don't have any idea what it was like, son. Back then we knew the value of things. When we found a sexy video we didn't just look at it once and throw it away, we saved it on our hard drive and watched it again and again. You kids these days have no idea.')

The real shock was when I saw a 'copyright 2001' line at the bottom of one of the videos and it struck me all of a sudden that the girl who made that video is now at least 25, and in a few years she'll be 30. I've no doubt she'll be just as attractive and able to make a career out of making porn videos as she ever was; that isn't what I'm getting at. It was just, somehow, an extraordinary thought - perhaps mainly because it reminded me that I am also 8 or 9 years older than I was when I first started looking round the web for porn. It's a bit like the moment you realise that all the famous Premiership footballers are now younger than you. (For any football fans reading this: isn't it an extraordinary thought that Theo Walcott doesn't remember there not being a Premier League?) It is just so strange to think that the models who were marketed, with all the subtlety and good taste of the porn industry, as 'barely legal' when I first saw them, are now probably grappling with mortgages, tax returns and school catchment areas. I thought I felt old when I left university and the first time I went to a friend's wedding, but that 'copyright 2001' line really hit a new level.