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ANGIE HEATH
Diary of a Masseuse


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New English Library, London, 1976
(price: 40p; 128 pages)


The blurb on the back:

Angie Heathís memoirs tell the rags to riches story of a once-innocent country girl who puts her hands to good use. A chance brush with a suave svengali lures Angie into the steamy world of saunas and massage parlours Ö and soon lords and lawyers, bishops and bankers experience the laying on of hands from the fastest fingers in Frith Street.


opening lines:
I have beautiful hands. Honestly, thatís what he said. ĎDarling, you have beautiful hands.í


From the people who brought you Diary of a Female Wrestler, though not I suspect from the same author, hereís Ö er, another one. And itís not anywhere near as bad as you might be expecting. Not that itís good, you understand, but its simple tale of naÔve provincial girl being lured by the bright lights of the city and sucked into the Soho sex machine is told competently enough. The sex scenes arenít too unbearably coy and thereís a welcome absence of the standard attempts at humour that you get in this kind of book.

I donít know whose identity was concealed by the name Angie Heath, but my guess is that it was a bloke.


ARTISTIC MERIT: 1/5
ENTERTAINMENT VALUE:
2/5
HIPNESS QUOTIENT:
2/5


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