Something that became quite a fashion when we were eighteen or thereabouts was tracking down what you might call pulp fiction.  I remember 'Cosh Boy' particularly well because it had a garish cover featuring, I think, Joan Collins.  Ace and Four Square published a fair few of these, at about a shilling and sixpence each.  The more lurid the cover, the better we liked it; particularly if it had, say, stockings and suspenders.  'Espresso Bongo' was slightly less cheesy, having been turned into a successful movie.  Some had a Soho flavour to them and had been rated as semi-porn in their day.  Anyone remember them?  I bet Beatnik's Ghost does.  Paul?