Nothing to do with a race meeting, just to do with the fact that the going in the glamour world is good for BRITT HAMPSHIRE, a country girl who has found in London the chance of fame and fortune.
Since she arrived some months ago the photographers have been falling over their tripods to get her in focus. Britt in focus is an absolute must.
What was that loud noise? Just another cameraman going wallop.
Span No 156 - August 1967
They sent BRITT HAMPSHIRE down to the cellar to find a bottle of red Cinzano and she was such a long time coming up that they sent a large St. Bernard dog down to look for her and carry her up the stairs again. But Britt had found a quite lovely man in the cellar and was absorbed in a fascinating political conversation with him. And the St. Bernard found a bottle of cognac and settled down to get high.
And that was that.
Born in Hampshire, BRITT HAMPSHIRE is well-named. Britt came up from the country last year and has been happily earning a living a as a model in the big merry-go-round of London.
Country girls have lovely complexions. Britt looks like a dairymaid fresh from helping the farmer gather his corn. That doesn't mean her conversation is restricted to agriculture or how to spray fruit trees. She can converse on the most abstract subjects, reducing the listener to a mesmerised admiration of her voice and her blue eyes.
In view of man's infatuated helplessness in the presence of beauty, it's easy to understand why Helen of Troy launched a thousand ships.
Beautiful Britons No 156 - October 1968
Long time in the business is pin-up. It can be phrased differently from time to time, but pin-up is the original and the best. It's a picture of a lovely girl looking utterly glam, and is for pinning-up where you can see it to its best advantage. One lovely girl who makes a classical pin-up is BRITT HAMPSHIRE.
It was like the man next door who left his house to catch his train to work. He looked absolutely dapper, as he always did, in his single-breasted, narrow-lapelled charcoal grey suit, complete with buttonhole. But he was still wearing his carpet slippers and when he reached the station the only thing the friendly porter could do was to lend him a pair of railway boots.
The day was a ridiculous one for him, he spent it noisily clumping round the office, making the typists quiver and inciting the boss to send out orders demanding the removal of some road-breaking machine that had been smuggled into the building.
Well, it didn’t get as ridiculous as that for BRITT HAMPSHIRE. She only forgot her gloves. She had everything else needed to make a girl look well-dressed and glamorous and gloves hardly mattered. It was just that a finishing touch, like neat gloves or cute hat, completes a girl’s look to her own satisfaction.
Sometimes when a girl feels gloves are a must, such as on the occasion of being a guest at a well-dressed wedding, and she finds she’s either forgotten them or misplaced them, the event is absolutely ruined for her.
She feels quite undressed.
