Peggy O'Neill

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Sure, Is It Meself Now?

It sure is. From the shores of the Emerald Isle itself comes Miss PEGGY O'NEILL to charm the vertebrae off the backs of every black-hearted Englishman, so she will. She's taken up residence in Chelsea to add to the shamrock motif around there and to show 'em what she can breed in the ways of dogs. But she's really up in the air when she's exercising her favourite sport flying.

Bombs away. Look out, Sir George, that's one of theirs.

Beautiful Britons No 120 - November 1965

Peggy O'Neill

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What Went Wrong

Nothing, actually. If anything gives you the impression that it did, please forget it. It's nothing that isn't common between any girl and any car. They just don’t understand each other.

PEGGY O’NEILL considers she tries hard enough herself, and is convinced the car doesn’t try at all. Peggy is as Irish as her name, by the way, lives in Chelsea and is mad about odd-looking clothes.

The girl prefers dogs to cars. And she wouldn't be Irish if she didn’t think a horse could reach any place in front of any car.

"Sure, did you ever hear of a car that wasn't going where it shouldn't and getting there before it arrived?"