Do you remember the 1970s?
I've had a great big dose of flashback this weekend courtesy of my best friend. (We shall call him Sir Roger Casement because he is loyal and principled, and it will make him happy.)
Anyway, Sir Roger wandered off at the Vintage Village (go here for details of this glorious event) and returned gift in hand FOR ME. There is nothing better than friends bearing gifts, particularly when they get it so right.
Look see:
A 1970's Observer magazine with a whole seven pages devoted to chairs. By now you all know that chairs are my thing, they are my porn. I am a dedicated chair whore. I would do unspeakable things to my family (selling them into slavery, farming their organs, etc) to get my grubby hands on an original Eames, Day, Young or Jacobson. Honestly the magazine had me shaking with desire.
The chairs were a delight, but better than that was the fun we had pouring over the adverts. Do you remember 1970s adverts? All misogyny, smoking and booze.
Luckily for you I'm in the mood to share. Are you all sitting comfortably, we're going to take a trip back in time.
1. A port in every girl 1970*.
Look at them, don't they look ready to give out? Port gets you laid, who knew? Brings a whole new angle to the hoards of elderly ladies drinking port and lemon up and down the country. Go girls.
2. Have you got what it takes to enjoy the world's most exclusive beer?
Well have you? All you need is MONEY. Lots of it. Lowenbrau, the drink of tramps, is clearly massively misunderstood these days.
3. Slim Kings bring elegance to longer cigarettes.
Of course they do, can't you see? Look at them, they ooze glamour and sophistication. They even use a cut crystal ashtray. The lung cancer is handily disguised under smart tailoring and the smoking wrinkles masked by soft focus photography.
4. The international passport to smoking pleasure.
Oh, yes. The discerning cigarette for international playboys. A smooth smoke for the smoothest operator. How could you resist?
Superb. Do admit?
Posted as part of Miss Lizzie's Magpie Monday. Go here to covet.
gin-nurtered time waster.