Room 2D

From Uniform Girls 19, following on from  Bringing it to Life . By the Wednesday of Christina’s week with Sir Richard, the pretence that she is there to assimilate the feel of her part as a Victorian maid has worn very thin, although it is still maintained superficially so as to provide each of them with a face-saving front behind which to hide. Without it, Sir Richard would be obliged to appear undisguised in the role of villainous lecher, and Christina as the star-struck hopeful that she is, ready to sacrifice all for her art — or if not for that, then for the promise of fame and fortune. Fortunately she has not made the mistake of demanding of Sir Richard, ‘What  do  you think I  am !’; Sir Richard would doubtless have been unable to resist the cliched riposte, ‘We have established what you  are , Madam; now we are merely haggling over your price.’ As it is, however, the maid still pretends that she...

From Uniform Girls 19 with Wendy Collings Christina was over the moon. At long last, the big break had come. After dancing on decrepit stages in dubious old working men’s clubs, she was virtually dancing on air as she told her friends about the audition. ‘I’ve got it!’ She jumped up and down, waving the letter of confirmation. ‘A two-hour pilot and then the series; and it could run and run.’ She ran up to her room, and rang through to the production company’s office. ‘Yes. Christina Jones, here. Yes. Just to say I’ll be there, tomorrow at noon.’ Battlestar Vision was one of several up and coming small production houses providing television programmes to independent television stations through Europe: and their young Managing Director, Chris Thorne, was justifiably pleased with his company’s latest coup. A brand-new British-based soap opera, sold to one of the biggest cable-networks in Europe. The series would start with a major ...

An iconic photo-story, much praised in the subsequent letters pages, from Uniform Girls 3. ‘A new young lass, then,’ boomed William Robson as if he had just made the discovery of the small but firmly-figured girl who stood blinking and gazing around the cellar with shy curiosity. ‘Yes,’ Suzie replied, for it seemed he wanted her to say  something  and she was coyly proud of the way he was looking at her in her new Salvation Army uniform. Even so, she rather wondered why he had brought her down into the cellar of his house to which she had been sent for ‘instruction’. Her guardian had told her that she must have private instruction first and had insisted — despite Suzie’s embarrassed murmurs — in watching her put on her uniform, even tut-tutting (though in a kindly way) while she was in the act of drawing up her crisp, new blue skirt. ‘No, wait, Suzie — your panties should be tighter. Let me,’ he had urged, and before Suzie co...