1966 and all that!

Story with some nice Alan Bell illustrations, from Roué 23 It was 1966 — that halcyon period when mini-skirts had come in, and stockings and suspenders had not yet gone out. Dedicated observers were treated to the sight of more white thighs and stocking-tops than they were ever to see again. Just such a dedicated observer was Mr George Jones, draper and pillar of the community in his small home town. Mr Jones was sitting, as usual when the shop wasn’t busy, in his office-cum-storeroom at the back. When not serving he always had plenty of accounting and bookwork to keep up, and was happy to leave his young assistant, Carol Summers, to look after the trickle of customers. Carol had entered the storeroom to look for a type of cloth required by a woman who had just come in. She asked Mr Jones where the particular cloth was kept. ‘It’s up there, Carol. You’ll need the steps,’ he told her, indicating the row of shelves immediate...