Though my brothers were into aeroplanes and toy cars, I collected paper dolls, something I played with by the hour. I named them, drew, coloured, and cut out food for them,cut furniture and toys out of catalogues for them, and consigned each set to its own labelled brown bag so they didn’t get mixed up. The ones pictured above were among my very favourites (the back cover was a cradle they could fit inside). I still have those, but most of the others were inevitable throwing out casualties of growing up and /or moving house. Including GIANT Flintstones paper dolls, which are probably worth a pretty penny now. I also loved the ones inside weekly British comics like Bunty, or the monthly American Sugar & Spike comics, though I deplored the practice of having a story on the other side, presenting me with the choice of destroying the story or leaving the paper dolls where they were and not having them to play with.