Oh how well I remember the teenage magazines of my youth. Lots of gloriously coloured articles showing the latest trends in ‘beauty’ and how to make the most of our features. Nothing saucy or racy involving boys, we were so innocent in those days and the magazines tended to hint at more exciting things to be had when we got a little older. There was no shortage of offers to try this perfume or that eye shadow. Lots of competitions were entered to try and get the Twiggy look – I used to have ver long hair, quite thick but very baby fine. It was a nightmare to manage and when dear old Twig became hot property, I decided to have a similar hair cut, having been told how like her I was facially and bodily. Of course, the local hairdresser could not emulate the right look and I ended up with a ghastly mess. I cried rivers over that mistake.
