Very game girl is JACKIE BLAIR. Tennis, hockey, netball—you name it and Jackie’s played it. She looks absolutely delightful on the other side of a tennis net, but don’t get your eye in the way of her backhand volley. She likes mixed hockey better then anything, it gives her a chance to trip up all the six-foot men.
On Stage, Luv
It was ever so friendly when HERTA MICHAELIDES from Cyprus appeared for her first part on the London stage.
She was waiting with nervous trepidation for the curtain to go up, and then this friendly voice called, "On stage, luv." Herta liked that. In Cyprus and Greece, they use a different expression, one which roughly translated means, "Come on, get a Grecian move on."
Herta has spent most of her nineteen years in Cyprus, where she was born of an English mother and a Greek father. Now she is in London, living in Pimlico with her English husband and working in the theatre. She's hoping for utterly dramatic things to happen, although she's willing to wait a while to appear with the great Olivier.
She's nice, is Herta.
THE way is one of those lovely country lanes down in Kent and by the way is one of those lovely Kentish girls, MIRIAM WHEATLEY.
Cherry blossom and apple blossom both look lovely down in Kent and Miriam isn’t entirely undecorative either. There are obviously times when it’s exceptionally nice to be down in Kent.
I have recently been in contact with Heathers daughter Cherie.
Heather is doing well and now in her early 70’s. She recently celebrated her 50th wedding anniversary. She has had a good life as a home maker raising two children with her accountant husband.
That’s about it for the time being, I have sent her copies of all the books that she appeared in as she was keen to have another look at her fabulous pictures.
Thanks for taking the time to get in contact Cherie, its really great to hear that Heather is happy and well.
Everytime we omit to include SUSAN DOUGLAS in any of our issues, her fans rise up and write angry letters to us. Many of these letters describe our letdown of their expectations as a despicable campaign in favour of the indescribable dregs, whatever that may mean. This never fails to make trouble— someone has to carry the can. And Susan’s fans are entitled to that much. We do feature her very regularly. We have to. They’d tear the place down brick by brick otherwise.
We’d feel all exposed if we had to carry on with only the rubble around us. You can’t tear a place down and put it up again overnight. And even if you could, what would the unions say?
CAROL BURDETTE, was well caught by the old farm gate and the farmer’s boy was so smitten he went off his sandwiches.
This is HELEN WILLIAMS, Chelsea model who’s absolutely with it when it comes to trendy gear.
Long before your time, Christopher, there was once another Helen, and a piece of Trojan beefcake called Paris was so smitten with her blue eyes and her way of walking across a room that he picked her up and carried her off. All the way from Greece to Troy. Her husband, who also liked her blue eyes and her way of walking, nearly did his classical nut. Gathering up Acnilles, Ajax, Ulysses and divers other Grecian muscle men, he sailed for Troy to rescue his fair bride. You know the rest. Ten years of unlimited gore and then the wooden horse. It’s past history now and there are other things to do, like getting home in time to watch “The Avengers.” Or going to Chelsea on a Sunday to watch all the trendy young tilings in mini-skirts as they discuss philosophy and Himalayan cooking under the trees.
Look out for Helen. Now you’ve seen her you can’t miss her. She’s got blue eyes too and the way she walks gets us going all down the side.
Well, as LIZ McEWEN was telling her friend Lynda on the phone, it’s easy if your sister doesn’t mind you borrowing her record player and doesn’t yell her head off if she finds you’ve also borrowed her best nylons when you go out on a special date. And, as JENNIE McEWEN said, it’s no problem at all to become very fond of Liz and she would if only Liz didn’t hog the telephone all the time and wasn’t always leaving things like horse saddles around. “I’m fed up with tripping over them and falling flat on my face,” said Jennie.
Well, as Liz said, what’s a lovely elder sister for if not to tidy the place up occasionally ?
I recently received this message from Sprocketman. What do you all think?
Message: I was recently looking through some old mags. I seem to remember last year(?) while discussing JBF that someone wondered if he had only worked for ToCo. So, I was perusing a copy of Strip Lingerie No 43 and I spotted a shot of a young lady starting to disrobe in front of a massive fireplace complete with tiled arch. Looks familiar to me, as does the jazzy wallpaper on the chimney breast wall. The clincher for me was the appearance stage left of the arm of a chair in a familiar check pattern. I’ve lost count of the number of young ladies we’ve seen in front of or on that suite, let’s just mention Julie Scott, Margo Hamilton, Rita Lees and Sadie Milligan to name but a few. There is another shot later in the mag where the chair is more evident and the model more visible, but I still can’t recognise her. I suppose with quite a stretch of imagination she could be Sadie Milligan, but I remain to be convinced.
Any further input from anyone?
Sprocketman.
We’ve had lodgers we didn’t even know about until they started leaving notes complaining about the motor in the fridge, and we’ve had lodgers whom we’ve had to way lay on the stairs and speak sternly to about getting their hair cut.
We’ve never had a lodger like DIANA REED. We suppose we must have done something that made us undeserving of same. Diana has a cute apartment in London, and with her experience of interior decorating her own flair here is for the unconventional contemporary (whatever that is)—she naturally keeps the whole thing looking dizzy.
Diana also likes cultivating rare potted plants and keeps tropical fish.
Some of the lodgers we’ve had would have eaten both.
Just a lot of dull, dim savages, mate?
