What's in a name? Only the image of ancestors. So don't be deceived into thinking that the name of this elegant young lady from Dover means anything but that.
She's JUDI BATTY.
There may be really batty people around but Judi's not one of them. She holds down her office job very efficiently and looks sheerly and delightfully all there when poised over her typewriter.
The rattle of her keys is like music.
The office junior comes in and out with tea, brown-paper parcels, and long pieces of string, sighing every time he passes Judi. It's a difficult age-at fifteen who wants to know you except fat schoolgirls hard up for a boyfriend to take them ten-pin bowling.
When a riding horse or playing tennis, Judi looks like every office junior's dream of bliss round a fireside. One look at Judi on a tennis court and every office junior starts worrying about getting pimples.
If I was ever introduced to her, thinks young Marmaduke, and I had pimples I'd just die. I think I'll write off for some anti-pimple lotion just in case. haven't got pimples yet and I haven't been introduced to her yet, but you never know.
Yes, mum, I still love you but Judi Batty is my idea of heaven.
Beautiful Britons No 155 - October 1968