Features 26 The Lush Life through a glass, drunkenly Graham Marsh 36 King Farouk royal spoiler Chris Kyle 44 Bike Girl death's head confession Bernice Harley 52 Au Pairs domestic intrigues Eva Rowan 68 Class Fetishism a bit of the other Karl Schoeffer Regulars
4 Pornucopia
W. C. Fields meets Mary Poppins
Richard Deutch & Steve Parks
8 Interview James (Rollerball) Caan
Tony Crawley
18 Black Slave
rape and pillage
Jimmy DiAngelo
22 Dialogue
groupies; a head start
Nancy Bushmiller
24 Correspondence
28 Victorian Hooker
heartbreaking finish
Yolande Fitzsimmons
31 Anatomy of Marriage
togetherness?
Brian MacKenzie
41 Motoring
Vincent Series C Black Shadow
Rod Collins
57 Fashion
Skin Flik
Yolande Ruben Humour
90 The Bullfighter
torreadormobile
Colin Leary Fiction
62 But the Circus had gone
the adventures of Daisy Dalrymple
Edward Lancaster
74 1994
the rape of things to come
Rick Trader Witcombe Girls
12 Lesley
Samuel Peeps
33 Liz
Flashers
49 Hella
Hans Larsson
65 Debbie
Samuel Peeps
81 Samantha
Roger Cook
92 Nicole
Serge Jacques
Editorial Note
As we commence our second year on the stands in the U.K. and blast the U.S. with
half a million copies, a mood of printed extravagance permeates this new year
issue. The launching last month of our dire Pornucopia section has provoked mad
adulation from dumbos all over the country, and it looks like we've landed ourselves
with a permanent section of inane, loud-mouthed lampooning—much to the delight
of Deutch and myself who need the money. If you thought the antics of Miss Love-lust
last month commanded an element of charm, then the sight of W. C. Fields humping
Mary Poppins this time around will have you applauding uncontrollably —
or vomiting to the same adverb. Next month Mr. Magoo and Chesty Moron.
Unfortunately, laughter often takes a back seat to violence these days and Rollerball,
a movie chronicle of how our increasing perversity in that direction may soon
mAnifest itself in terms of our sport, serves as a timely reminder to cool it.
Poised, as it surely is, to become one of the box-office monsters of all time,
it is appropriate that Rollerball's wild star, James Caan, should be the subject
of the Gameinterview.
Leaving violence for the happier fields of liquid enjoyment, I have often wondered
what poisons such guzzling greats as Sinatra and Mitchum might consume if they
lurched into my local hostelry on a Friday night. Rumour has it, unconfirmed I
fear, that they have been known to order five star National Benzol on the rocks.
For the low-down on the favourite snorts of Sinatra and a handful of well chosen
big names, take an enjoyable look at pages 26/27—where the undoubted talents
of our Art Director, Graham Marsh, have never been so well defined.
Furthermore, and there is more, lots more, extravagant male fashion (two thousand
pounds' worth of gear from London and California), a glimpse of that ageless classic
the Vincent Series 'C' Black Shadow (repeat three times in a hushed whisper and
genuflect towards the Isle of Man), the venality of the Victorian Hooker, the
foulities of King Farouk, the sexuality of slavery ... you name it, we got it,
plus six of the tastiest girl pictorials ever published.
Roger Cook
