This is (was?) my father cira 1972 - the face of Minster Fuels :
His name wasn't Roy, for some reason 'Les' was not considered the right name for a heating engineer. On the reverse is an advert for 3-piece suites, reduced from £60 to £42. You wouldn't get a bloody 3-piece SUIT for that price now, let alone furniture!
The following picture is definitely an indication of how things change ;
That's my mother and I, Christmas 1966. I am proudly clutching my new golliwog. Guess what, I grew up without becoming racist. Funny that.
Here's me in 1965 :
And here's me half an hour ago :
Which proves, if nothing else, that dogs like me even if humans don't. Also the hair's come full circle.
Finally (for now at least) a family picnic from 1964. At an aerodrome in Hampshire. We weren't fussy. (I say 'we', but as this was taken in the summer I was merely a collection of sexless cells with no identity at this time. Some say I still am.)
I suspect more of this nonsense will follow soon....