Anyone growing up in the 1950s or ’60s (this probably excludes all you Johnny Foreigner types, by the way…) will remember the heyday of Ladybird books.
They were generally informative, occasionally humourous, supposedly educational and cheap enough for your parents or an assortment of undesirable relatives to buy them for you on a regular basis. Whether or not you actually wanted the damn things is another matter entirely. I never did receive a copy of the much sought after Ladybird book of amateur gynaecology, or “Do you want to see some puppies?” – fun with the man in the park.
What I did recently find, though, whilst clearing out the loft was this inspirational publication…..
