Electric Blue

Before the Girls of the Playboy Mansion came these babes, the Electric Blue hotties. These were the good old days of soft-core pornography. The girls were more than a pair of big boobs, they held a special place in the hearts of the teenage boys (and their dads) who looked to them for a 'quick fix'. It was the golden age of erotica, all that big hair and shoudlerpads. So here's a couple of postcards our pervy housemate picked up on her travels, to delight your senses.


Perverts psychosis Chronicles

is a mental disorder characterized by abnormalities in the perception or expression of reality. It most commonly manifests as auditory hallucinations, paranoid or bizarre delusions, or disorganized speech and thinking with significant social or occupational dysfunction.


Do You?

Do you judge a boy by his underwear? Vice do. Us, we prefer them without. 


Biscuit Disco

Wanna know what's good on a Saturday? Well us two and our band of Pervettes are gonna be heading down to The Macbeth, Hoxton to celebrate the monthly Biscuit Disco from our two babes at Hustler Baby. Playing live are No life + Jukebox Collective, with dj sets from Dpplgngrs and Shaolin Punx. It's 'a tea party for the senses' guys and babes, so tell all your friends but not the parental units. Check the deets here.



We're the Pervy Girls, nice to meet you


It's party time

Once again it was down to my pervy other half and the rest of the Mile End pervettes to throw a fucking amazing party. And that they did. The theme this time? Why Easter ofcourse! Okay so the only tradition ensued was the drinking of red wine, but still, it was a celebration after all!


Perverts promiscuous Chronicles

Portfolio completed. Again.


calling all internet perverts

Joe Baglow needs you!
For his latest project 'mum I want to be a pornographer when I grow up' Joe is enlisting the help of all you wannabe webcam dudes and babes, by setting up a photoshoot from the comfort of your own home and shooting it via Skype. These digital snapshots will be produced for an exhibition and also a small zine. A boy after our own heart he needs it to be a bit pervy, so go wild boyz and girls, make all of your cyber dreams become a virtual reality. Us Pervy Girls have already planned what we are gonna wow you all with, so get involved it'll be way fun.

To get in contact with Joe himself so he can tell you more go here or drop him an email at joebaglow@hotmail.co.uk


Tickets this way to the Chatsworth Express

Tickets this way to the Chatsworth Express

Come and watch pikeys making a mess

of the lives they were given by Him upstairs,

and kids, they're convinced, aren't actually theirs.

What sounds on earth could EVER replace

kids needing money? Or wives in yer face,

'cause this, people reckon, including me,

is why pubs and drugs were kindly invented

to calm us all down and stop us going mental.

These are Chatsworth estate's BASIC essentials;

We're worth every penny, for grinding your axes...

You shit on our heads, but, you pay the taxes!

Imagine Britain without Chatsworth buccaneers,

who'll cum on your face for the price of a beer.

Make poverty history, cheaper drugs now

Make poverty history, cheaper drugs now!

There's only one thing the Pervy Girls love more than looking at a pair of boobs and that is watching Shameless on a Tuesday night. It encompasses everything we aspire to, okay maybe not but it's got some serious eye candy going on, which makes us wish we were three kids up, on a Manchester council estate. So to fulfill this dream (for a weekend anyway) I, along with my pervert replacement for the weekend (the real one stayed south to keep things sleazy), booked up our coaches and went on our merry little way. We experienced the sweet taste of what Manchester nightlife had to offer and managed to make the pilgrimage to our beloved Chatsworth Estate. That's right boys and babes we followed in the footsteps of the all the greats: Frank, Lip, Kev n Veronica to name a few. The plan, aka dream come true, was to stop off at the Jockey to wet our lips with the 'two pills and a pint' usual. Alas we discovered it all boarded up and derelict, which to be honest totally added to the council estate squalor that we completely dig. We then made a quick dash to the Gallaghers house, stopping off to buy a pint of milk from Joe's Shop. It was mazin thats all I'm sayin. The rest of Manchester was totally hot too, everyone is real nice and we got some pictures of all these beautiful (okay not so much) people for you to look at. We met chavs, straight boys making out, an old lady who peed herself, two germans, two americans and a slashed face hoodlum amongst others. It was amaze, y'all should go.