To an up-and-coming model, vital statistics and a vital agent are both something she can't really do without. RENATE MENDER of West Berlin was happy about her statistics, which were a very nice 36-24-36, but she wasn't quite sure just how vital her agent was.
"Call me anytime," he had said.
So, Renate called him at half-past one the following day. "Do you have any work for me?" she asked.
"Look, cut it out, love," said Mr. Friedleburger, "I'm having me fruit and custard. Where'd I be if I didn't give myself time to eat, eh?"
"Well, you did say call anytime," said Renate.
"Fruit and custard time is uncivilised, beautiful," said Mr. Friedleburger, "but since you have called there's a lovely little modelling job advertising tropical holidays up in the Swiss Alps."
"Oh, thank you so much," said Renate.
"That'll learn her," said Mr. Friedleburger as he put the phone down, "it's perishing up in them Alps at the moment."
Renate, as you can see, is delicious. Mr. Friedleburger is unmentionable.
Spick No 212 - July 1971