This way. Oh, okay, said JEAN STEWART, Scottish shorthand-typist from Glasgow.
Any way will do, really. Fact is, you look bonny from any angle. Don’t mind us saying so, do you?
Not at all, said Jean, only I bet you say that to all the girls.
Only to the bonny ones. You’re ever so bonny. Look this way, mmm?
Cheeky lot said Jean.
Spick & Span Extra No 33 - Winter 1969
Looking pretty frilly in her armchair is FRANCESCA YOUNG, a wow of a pin-up girl from Worcestershire. What’s more feminine than frills on Francesca?
You may prefer feathers on a falcon or plumes on an ostrich, but neither would look as cute as Franny in an armchair—or would they!
Anyway, bring us any ostrich with vitalistics of 37"-23"-37" and you may get us re-considering the matter. Meanwhile we’ll stick with Francesca, who’s never so dumb as to bury her head in the sand.
Spick and Span Extra No 5 - Winter 1962
Recently I was fortunate enough to be offered the complete contents of the Vintage Stockings Archive from its webmaster. The site, which I am sure a great many of you were familiar with, closed a year or two ago. There are, as you can imagine, 100’s of 1000’s of images, some of which would complement this site well.
Sadly, I don’t have the time to resurrect the old site, but, as and when time allows, I will make available some of those pictures via this site’s blog, and intermix them with the regular ToCo sets that we all enjoy.
Pictures that I use from the Vintage Stockings Archive with be categorised as VSA, so that they can be easily separated or tracked. As always, I ask that if you can put names to faces then please contact me via the contact page.
Vintage Fetish
Can we please put a name to this model, she looks so very familiar.
Looking forward to an early spring trip to the sunshine of the Canaries is ELEANOR NOYES.
Looking forward to seeing her arrive are the masculine bravos, and it won't be their fault if Eleanor doesn't enjoy herself. The trouble is, said Eleanor, they're so enthusiastic about blondes and what can you do with twelve escorts every time you venture out?
Try pushing them off the edge of the swimming pool, love.
Spick & Span Extra No 50 - Spring 1974
Old Arcadia was a kind of rustic paradise full of nymphs and shepherds and curly white sheep. There was laughter and song and the chuckle of the winding stream.
Modern Arcadia is any rural retreat where you can see lovely dollies like SANDRA MARSH. There don't have to be any curly white sheep or winding streams. Just Sandra.
Sandra is a Bristol girl, she's dreamy, she’s Arcadian.
Beautiful Britons No 203 - October 1972
As soon as ANNETTE FRENCH saw us trailing our camera equipment over the hill, she had a feeling it was time to get up and go. Indicating, however, that we had gone three days without water and that we’d appreciate it if she could stick around and take the top off her flask of coffee for us, we managed to get her to bide a wee while on our behalf.
If only we could speak English with an Ayrshire accent, we might have persuaded Annette to bide a bit longer, but once we’d finished her coffee Annette went off to a teashop to enjoy some buttered toast and a pot for one. Still, we managed to get a few pictures between gulps of coffee and here they are, and if you don’t think Annette looks prettier than ever you need something a lot stronger than either coffee or tea.
Spick & Span Extra No 12 - Autumn 1964
If that means hiking through the Ayrshire heather with JANETTE GOODMAN, of grousing on the glorious twelfth with Sir Cholley Bentchops, we’ll go along with the ramble. We may not be raving mad about footslogging but we are about Janette.
Janette, girl with the legs you can’t help noticing is just the type to leg it with all the way to John o’ Groats.
Spick Extra - Spring 1961
In her London flat, HEIDI SEPAN was waiting for a phone call from her home town in West Germany.
Well, tinkle tinkle went the phone and when Heidi picked it up it was the man from the dry cleaners. He was on about a coat that was all over coffee stains. Heidi didn’t know what he was talking about. She hadn’t left any coat at the dry cleaners and she hadn’t spilt coffee over anything in years. So, she threw him off the line and waited again.
At this particular time Heidi had been in London since last year. She’d been an au pair girl and a secretary and now she was waiting for her call from home.
Well, tinkle tinkle went the phone and when Heidi picked it up again, that talkative nut from the dry cleaners was there once more, begging her to come in and confer with him over the coffee stains.
It was most exasperating and when finally, Willi from home did get through all he could get out of Heidi was confused chatter about a dry-cleaning man who didn’t know what to do with a coffee-stained coat.
It left Willi feeling that Heidi was getting as eccentric as the English. Actually, Heidi is very sweet and not a bit eccentric.
Beautiful Britons No 163 - June 69
The nice thing about being on the receiving end of a double knockout, said Fred, is that you don't feel any pain, only a sense of floating around on clouds of cotton-wool.
Moreover, said Fred, you don’t have to climb into a boxing ring for it. It's not that kind of a knockout.
It's all to do with the effects of instantaneous infatuation with a double image, and it could happen to anybody at any time.
Take my case, said Fred. I popped into the launderette with me blankets and pink pyjamas and there they were, both of them. Great chestnut conkers, they was dynamic. There was one who was a gorgeous blonde and one who was a limpid brunette.
Limpid ?
Sure, said Fred, she had eyes like sweet sherry. I thought, well here goes. I’ll chat ’em up while their smalls is cooking. So I introduced meself and gave ’em me card and told ’em when I was free. They was sensational. And all agog like, as I reeled off all the facts about personal accident insurance. I told ’em you never knew when you might break a leg. And then they picked me up, and said, " On your way, grandad,” and slung me out.
Me blankets and pink pyjamas followed.
The gorgeous blonde was TERI MARTINE and the limpid brunette was MICHELE MARTIN, and they both know how to get rid of talkative insurance men.
Span No 180 - August 69
Lots of girls go in for cooking and needlework. A few more go in for ski-ing and a very exclusive minority go in for piloting planes. Most men don't like girls to go in for anything that will distract them from eventually becoming beautiful and domesticated.
Look out for JACKIE WEST.
This lovely young lady is beautiful and domesticated all right, but one of her ambitions is to become a karate expert.
She's taking lessons right now.
Who’s she after? Nobody in particular. She just wants to work up to the thrilling stage of crumbling a brick wall with a dexterous swipe of her index finger.
All this emancipation of women is fine enough in some respects, but if it’s eventually going to mean they’ll be able to sling us over the garden fence with a mere twitch of the wrist, someone ought to stop it before it gets out of hand.
Spick No 172 - March 68
I have been asked if we can help identify the magazine that this picture comes from. I have checked all I can, and I don’t recognise it, so it’s over to you. Does anybody know the origin of this picture?
No, it isn’t Monday night—it’s Friday and SUSAN ASHFORD has a date she simply must press on with.
Susan wasn’t quite sure on her last date if he appreciated her comments on his striped tie. She certainly didn’t appreciate what he said about her hair-do. So tonight, Susan is going to iron it out with him. Good luck.
Beautiful Britons - No 105 July 1964
"What's that?" said Nigel.
"Let's get away from it all," said lovely LYNN PALMER.
"Where to?" said Nigel, who had Blackpool in mind.
"I rather fancy an island in the Pacific," said Lynn, "and I could wear a grass skirt and flowers."
Well, Nigel knew a grass skirt and flowers would be out of place in Blackpool, but a Pacific island seemed such a long way.
"How about the Isle of Wight ?" he said.
Lynn pushed him into a pothole. A pothole is the only place for a feller who doesn't want to get away from it all.
Spick & Span Extra No 50 - Spring 1974
