Barbara had a rather unusual job – she was a secretary for a national newspaper in Fleet Street. For younger readers, that’s where all the papers were located in the dim and distant pre-Murdoch past of inky-fingered typesetters. For her, modelling was a part-time job that she did purely for fun. But even so, she was obviously made aware of the problem photographers had to live with then, poor sods – no pubes to be displayed. So although Barbara never did any nude stuff, she was seen in a weird tasselled bikini in a roof garden – and although she may not have gone to the lengths of a full Brazilian (before they were invented of course), she definitely seems to have had a radical trim job. Oh, the sacrifices we make for our hobbies – and sometimes hubbies.