'I didn't think that this kind of thing happened in real life, but there I was, hiking through a forest on a glorious sunny day when I spied a tent. Not having seen anyone for a few hours, I headed in its general direction. As I passed through the trees in front of it, I was amazed to see a set of twins, both blonde with fantastic bodies and huge hooters, beckoning me into the tent...'
And so begins, in the same vein (oo-er) at least, every reader's letter in every jazz mag that's ever been squashed under a mattress. Nicholas Whittaker used to write this kind of thing when he worked for some of the most established names in British porn. Writing about writing doesn't always work, but this is funny and original stuff.