EDITORIAL NOTE A great big bear of a man came up to me when I was shopping in Kensington High
Street the other day and suggested in no uncertain terms that I should be ashamed
of myself, "being responsible for such a dirty magazine." I was just
about to beat a hasty retreat into Dixon's when the apparent Bible-basher pulled
open his coat, flasher style, produced a copy of Whitehouse from his inside pocket
and asked me to sign it! They don't come any stranger than Whitehouse readers,
it seems, and this month's opening letters are proof of that. Talking of "strange",
don't you think Pammy Anderson's husband Tommy is a just a teensy bit flaky? I
can't work out if I fancy him or not, what with all those tattoos and his old-fashioned
heavy metal lifestyle. Given a choice (i.e. between he and Pammy) I think I'd
err on the side of caution and go with Pammy. Weird or just another mixed-up Californian,
there's no doubting he's still got the raving hots for Pammy. And we've got living
proof of this not just in this issue of Whitehouse, but in Pammy and Tommy's homemade
porn video!!! So if you're a Baywatch fan and you've always fancied seeing Pamela
on the job, now's your chance to see her hot lips entwined around Tommy's thumping
great tool, "in the privacy of your own home"! After you've gloated
over our pics, check-out the full ordering information on page 48. And what else
have we got this month? Oh yes ('scuse me yawning) some blonde bird called Joanne
Guest. She's all right, I suppose, but I can't see her ever making it big time.
Still, you don't get anywhere without trying.
Love,
EVE xxxx
