Laurie Sands

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Cooling Off

When it was all hot and goosepimples were something, you didn't think could happen,

Battersea model LAURIE SANDS found a nice shady spot in which to sun her curves.

Undeniably, a warm, suntanned curve is far more to be coveted than a cool, glacial one, but Laurie says a girl can't go around looking as if she's smouldering, it only ignites the combustibility of impressionable males. Far safer, she says, to look utterly cool and distant.

On the other hand, the cool, distant look is such a challenge to egoistic burks that many an ice-cold femme has had to call for help to save being carried off by hot-blooded, well-oiled sheiks.

"Golly, how lovely," murmured Laurie.

Span No 234 - February 1974

Laurie Sands

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Surburban Fantasia

Suburban fantasia are all those fairy stories featuring what a dull old lot we are. If you believe them and you live in suburbia yourself, you probably feel like going out and shooting yourself on the front lawn.

Take no notice. The people who write those stories think you're only living if you dwell under a railway arch and leave all your litter about.

Well, look at LAURA SANDS.

She's a suburbanite but does she strike you as a dull old lot? She's a housewife, she's a happy mum and she's our idea of what a womanly woman should look like.

Curves are always more exciting than straight lines.

Beautiful Britons No 205 - December 1972

Frolics

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Frolics - Maids

Frolics - Maids - Gadoline Publications 1969

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Bobby Shaw

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Bobby's a Socker

When she was little her mum said she was a shocker.

Who said?

Her mum said.

Whose mum?

We’re talking about BOBBY SHAW. Her mum. When she was little her mum said she was a shocker.

Well, she’s not now, is she?

Now she’s a socker.

Eh?

Bobby’s a socker. You meet her, look her right in the eye and wham! — you’re socked, infatuated. Done for. Her slave for life.

Who said so?

Go away, you useless bitty-pitty. If a photographic model like Bobby Shaw doesn't have that kind of effect on you, you must have an armour - plated nutcase.

Bobby Shaw

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Some are Wonderful others are Beautiful

You’ve heard about the London Bobbies. It’s traditional for every visitor to say how wonderful they are. Occasionally they kind of let you down by nicking you for a traffic offence, but you can take it happily when they pat you on the head and see you on your way with their own inimitable cheer—“No hard feelings, sir, see you in court.”

There are other Bobbies in London, of course. There are quite beautiful ones like BOBBY SHAW, who is an absolute dreamboat at creating exquisite floral decorations. The only thing more exquisite is Bobby herself. In a sports car she’s more decorative than a cluster of orchids and as she rides by you go weak at the knees with the magnitude of your appreciation. Old ladies naturally think you’ve been drinking and next thing you know a kindly member of Alcoholics Anonymous is asking in the friendliest way if you’d like to be cured.

Cured?

What, and let all the beautiful Bobbies of London pass by without stirring those unforgettable deep-down pangs of appreciative anguish?

It’s all right, friend, just let me lie here.