tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215553202978284468.post8104436800623612482..comments2024-02-06T16:17:25.826+00:00Comments on THE GRĂNMARK BLOG: So farewell, Playboy nudes - and thank you for Ursula Andress in June 1965Scott Gronmarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15118026157459333174noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215553202978284468.post-52043196442510124552015-10-18T18:15:13.238+01:002015-10-18T18:15:13.238+01:00Oh God - you're right!Oh God - you're right!Scott Gronmarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15118026157459333174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215553202978284468.post-30124378394083876392015-10-15T22:29:46.384+01:002015-10-15T22:29:46.384+01:00I saw a recent photograph of Ursula Andress who bo...I saw a recent photograph of Ursula Andress who bore a strong resemblance to her compatriot Jocelyn Wildenstein. Frightening.SDGnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215553202978284468.post-5846955592246379812015-10-14T23:56:40.125+01:002015-10-14T23:56:40.125+01:00Personally, the photo features were always the las...Personally, the photo features were always the last thing I turned to, and then merely out of a sense of duty. And I simply don't understand why fans of 1950s British cinema would be interested in the sort of vile smut to which you are apparently alluding. <br /><br />As a member of the J. Arthur fan club, I watched John Mills in The Long Memory (1953) this very afternoon. I'd seen it before, of course, but Simon Heffer singled it out for praise in the Telegraph at the weekend. (Rumour has it that he's very fond of a J. Arthur, young Heffer.) Scott Gronmarkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15118026157459333174noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2215553202978284468.post-86226411070734364342015-10-14T22:13:15.276+01:002015-10-14T22:13:15.276+01:00I always thought the Playboy short stories, 'l...I always thought the Playboy short stories, 'lifestyle' features, interviews and readers' polls to decide the best jazz clarinet of 1968 were just there as a sort of 'I'm not really a perve' justification for people who liked to look at women with no clothes on - an upmarket aspirational Health and Efficiency with more professional photography but a bunch of dull stuff you had to flick through to get to Ursula. <br /><br />Ethel Quotts from Caterham got her chance later in what Ian Dury memorably described as the 'razzle mags' of the 70s, where hair mysteriously appeared where airbrushing and discreetly crossed legs had gone before and no one pretended they were for anyone other than the J. Arthur fan club. At least that was honest, if not to everyone's taste. ex-KCSnoreply@blogger.com