THE GREAT MULLARD MAGIC BLOG — tung sol

For many years I have wondered how to keep the three women in my life satisfied - first there is Mrs Mullard Magic, doyenne of the candlewick housecoat and curlers, then there's the Fragrant Fiona, family friend and foxy femme fatale and finally, the Dowager Duchess June  the redoubtable Mother in Law. Alas, after 32 years of trying my hardest, I have failed with all of them.  People often wax lyrical about the simpler times of yore and I deduce it must have been so in 1955 from which time the following advert dated: - I am sure many men have...

Ah nostalgia, it's a great thing isn't it when we all look back with rose tinted spectacles to a golden age (how many metaphors can we get in this sentence?) when things were better.  A time when the mention of "boy jobs" and "girl jobs" didn't meet with the hysterical chuffing from a legion of permanently aggrieved and offended snowflakes, taking to their phones in an outpouring of their displeasure in hashtags, emojis and other associated drivel on Twitter;  happy days, happy days indeed. Anyhow, I thought we would have a quick look back to the fabulous fifties and study how...