Being absolutely fanatical about the mini we did a survey on it. We sent an intelligent, observant man with a clinical mind round North London to interview pretty mini-skirted girls.
With a heavy notebook under his arm, he called on 18-year-old JESSE JAMES. (No relation to the American bandit, just a coincidental clash of names.) "Do come in and meet my family," said Jesse, when she found out he was on a survey.
Well, after he'd met her family and been given tea, he said to Jesse, "Is it your opinion that the mini is here to stay?"
"It's staying with me," said Jesse, "I don't have anything else in my wardrobe except ski-pants."
“Oh, do you ski?” said our clinical-minded, intelligent surveyor, and Jesse said she'd love to, and they had a long conversation about mountain slopes and chalet parties and reindeers.
By the time they'd covered every slope in the Alps it was dark outside and time for him to go home and write up his analysis. It covered just one page of his heavy notebook and was all about how ravishing Miss Jesse James looked in midnight-blue ski pants.
Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968