Tonight's #VintageMagTweets are about Petticoat. It ran between 66 and 75 and, for all the twee name, was regarded as a bit racy because the problem pages were unusually frank. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Petticoat_(magazine)

I only have a few of these magazines because they go for a small fortune. They were aimed at adult women, not young-mid teenagers.

Now I don't want any sniggering at the back because Gilbert O' Sullivan was actually a good egg and, once restyled, quite lush. This was an early and misjudged incarnation.

Petticoat are sadly not impressed.

They will laugh on the other side of their faces once he's a few years down the line and had a makeover.

Can this mid-70s statistic possibly be true??

Here's a feature that might interest @StephenMcGann. petticoat take the time to consider a very young, new actress called Jenny Agutter.

Bless that lovely smiling face.

Charmingly, she's still living with her family. Mum and dad are proud.

She has no firm career plans as such, she's just going to "strive not to be forgotten".

A genuine dilemma for lots of women in the UK in the mid 70s. (In France at this time, a wife had to have her husband's permission before she could legally take a job outside the home.)

I'm not usually fussed about shoes or fashion, but look!

Let's have a resurgence of the pictorial boot, I say.

This was in the early days of computing, when the field was more open to women because the job was regarded as menial.

It might have been frank but it wasn't very feminist, Petticoat magazine.

Why does his look like a gangster's mask and hers look like a gag?

For many women, 70s pubs were too intimidating to risk. If you're one of my Twitter pals under 35, you can't begin to imagine what kind of atmosphere a woman would meet if she walked into a pub on her own back then.