Room 2D

Culver has a nomination… The evocative Bring on the Clowns story from Uniform Girls may be set in a 1930s country house but the model's costume in the photo-set pandered to a contemporary fad. Siouxsie Sioux, who had adopted the harlequin look in her punk years, deserves an OBB for the Blushes mood she projects in this image connected with her video for Happy House in 1980, somewhat before Blushes and Uniform Girls graced newsstand’s top shelves.

From New Blushes 2.20 ‘Hello Fiona.’ ‘Hello sir.’ She closes the door quietly behind her, then goes to stand at attention in front of Mr Brunton’s desk. It is five o’clock, after normal school hours, but school hasn’t finished for Fiona Daltry. It is time for a special training session with Mr Brunton. Henry Brunton, fiftyish and with his bald head and round glasses giving him a somewhat owlish look, is in charge of the school WRAF Cadet Unit. It is an active group because St Monica’s has the RAF Western Command Headquarters just a few miles away and quite a few of the staff send their daughters to the school. Service officers are keen to have proper discipline for their daughters. Well-trained girls make decorous, disciplined young women, the kind of young women a fellow officer will be happy to have as a wife. So the school’s Cadet Unit is well supported. And Henry Brunton you could say has a pretty free hand in disciplining...

From Blushes Supplement 26 You could easily mistake him for an Englishman in the immaculate double-breasted navy blazer and razor-sharp trousers — until of course he spoke. His English had a decided accent. He had greeted her in a charming Latin manner and then gone to sit behind his desk in an upholstered swivel chair. Her own chair in front of the desk was wooden, straight-backed. She shifted her bottom uncomfortably on the hard seat. ‘I… can I see the consul? Or… a lawyer…?’ That was what you should do if you got in trouble. She tried to look confident, assured. It was just a small office, no room for much except the desk and chairs. On the corner of the desk a small fan was humming away and produced a little breeze. It was something but not enough to outweigh the fiery Mediterranean sun which outside was beating relentlessly down. She moved her bottom again on the hard wooden seat. Under her thin skirt her knickers were st...

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From Uniform Girls 10 ‘I have to,’ she said, making a face. ‘I can’t refuse, you know that, Dave. Anyway it’s an honour: going to the big house.’ Sarah’s boyfriend David Parslow blew a contemptuous raspberry but it was true what she said. England in the 1930’s, especially in country areas, was still quite feudal. You did not want to cross the lord of the manor if you lived in rural southern England: most especially you didn’t if your father had just started working for him and your family lived in a cottage owned by that gentleman. ‘Bloody bosses,’ muttered Dave who had vague ideas of communism and revolution. Sarah smiled and told him not to swear. ‘Don’t get excited over nothing. Not on such a lovely day.’ It was a lovely day, a warm and sunny June Saturday afternoon and they were sitting on a grassy slope on the edge of a wood — Major Lambton’s wood of course —looking down over the valley with the pale pink brick of Lambt...