Wanda Liddell

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Gone Blonde

Take a note, chaps. Your latest favourite glamour bird WANDA LIDDELL has gone blonde. We thought we'd tell you in case you missed her when she was passing by in Bond Street.
Wanda, from Canada, wears her blonde look on alternate days, and this so confuses the stage manager of the theatre where she works that he thinks he's going colour-blind.
Of course, if he kept his eye on her shape instead of her hair, he'd know who she was to the last inch.
Wanda measures 38-24-36, and you can't get confused about that. You can get excited, naturally-who wouldn't?
But don't get confused or you'll never get a grip on your ambitions.

Spick No 262 - September 1975

Wanda Liddell

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Canadian Courier

Resident in London, WANDA LIDDELL from Canada has settled into a very elevating job as a courier. She shows visitors around London and works out touring itineraries for them, much to their delight.

It's a nice surprise for Canadians, having a girl from back home taking them on a guided tour of London. In her spare time Wanda still does a spot of pin -up modelling, and the extra money helps when there's inflation to meet head-on. But she's managing very nicely, thank you, so you needn't send any food parcels.

Spick No 272 - July 1976

Wanda Liddell

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Chatting Up Wanda

It wasn't going to cost anything except time, and that was going to be very well spent, so up trotted Fred to WANDA LIDDELL, latest pin-up favourite, and began to chat her up.

"I don't suppose you're all that interested in operations," he said, "but at my time of life-

"You don't look a day over eighty," said Wanda, who was spending the afternoon in Hampstead.

"Here, hold on," said Fred, "I'm not seventy yet, and I didn't have the stitches out till yesterday. It's me appendix, lasted me nearly a lifetime, it did, but it had to come out in the end. Gad, I must say you don't half look a treat, darling-

"Now watch it, audacious," said Wanda.

"Anyway, I don't want to bore you," " said Fred, "but l've got to have my arthritis removed tomorrow, and considering I only had me appendix stitches taken out yesterday-"

"Goodbye, you poor old soul," said Wanda.

"Do you have to go?" said Fred.

"Yes," said Wanda, "you are boring me.”

Spick & Span Extra No 52 - Autumn 1974

Wanda Liddell

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Listen, Gorgeous

That was all the man from the gas company could say when he called on WANDA LIDDELL in her Camden Town flat. "Listen, gorgeous." Then he'd lose his voice because of breathing heavy, then he'd start again.

Wanda told him to stop larking about and to look at her cooker, and he thought, great hairpins, who wants to look at cookers anymore? He rang up his office, resigned and sent Wanda flowers. But it didn't make up for her cooker still being kaput.

Beautiful Britons No 240 - July 1975

Wanda Liddell

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There Was This Ringing In His Ears

The gas man came to call.

Afterwards he wished he hadn't.

The dolly who rented the apartment was sensational. So much so that she hurt his eyes and the only way he could get rid of the agony was to put his head in the gas oven and look for a leak.

While he was trying to get himself all oblivious in this way, the utterly sensational dolly, WANDA LIDDELL, made a phone call. The gas man didn't participate in the ensuing phone chat at all, but there was this ringing in his ears all the time.

When he got back to the gas works he told the foreman not to send him there any more, it hurt too much. The intrigued foreman went round to see for himself.

Wanda, a green-eyed London bird, answered the door and immediately there was this ringing in the foreman's ears. His leg hurt too. Wanda had closed the door on it. She can recognise a foreman when she sees one.