Just another commuter to and from the City of London is PENNY STONE, but that doesn't mean anything unbearable.
We all worry about our girls getting flattened in rush-hour tube trains and staying flattened, but girls are engagingly resilient. They step off at their station, breathe in, breathe out, and there you are, their shapes fill out again.
Don't thank us.
Thank nature for resisting all those pressures.
She took a course of social psychology last winter and she’s got eyes the colour of the deep green sea, and what with that and the fact that she doesn’t half know how to make the most of a crepe suzette, she’s naturally the girl we’d most like to be psychological with.
Her name, as if that mattered, is TERI ALEXANDER and we’ve fallen down four flights of stairs for girls only half as good-looking. It’s all part of the process of living. If you’re not susceptible to the witchery of women you shouldn’t be here. It hurts, of course, but the dreams are delightful.
Before she joined a fashion, house Teri worked as a secretary. She used to live in Manchester. Now she lives in London.
Swingy, isn’t she?
Who wants to join the Bengal Lancers these days?
