This advert wins on two counts: a) the cute kids, and b) teaching us what the name 'Club' originally referred to.

Obviously, it was the South Africa ad which caught my eye here, but I thought you'd all enjoy the full page of adverts. I love the evocative nature of the Templeton's and Flexcello ads, documenting a world long gone, and I found the Venner Autopoint ad interesting, as there's been many attempts over the years to devise timers for electric devices, none of which have caught on.

Wow, so much hilarity in one advert. Firstly, a brand of bog roll called 'Bronco', and secondly, the idea that men were scared to talk about toilet tissue. Really? Would it not be more accurate to state that they probably didn't care that much? I have no idea how pleasant this product was, but from the picture, I wouldn't mind speculating that 'Bronco' referred to the way you walked after using it. It gave me 'fond' memories of 'Izal'...

Andrews for 'inner cleanliness'? I always thought it was meant to help your body recover from over-indulgence in alcohol, rather than something you should take on a regular basis. Frankly, the link between a hangover aid and garden furniture is...interesting, to say the least.

This is a well-argued article on euthanasia, which shows us how long the debate has been going on for, and although I think Diana Norman's argument isn't that helpful for degenerative conditions, it's nice to see such a thoughtful piece in a woman's magazine. Also, it's a real shock to see the reference to 'woman's new freedom' at the end of the article, at a time when my mother would have been around my age. We haven't come quite as far as we think we have...

Silly me, it's 'Ox Tail', of course. The reference to the soup being 'laced with sherry' may well account for the expressions on the couples' faces. Also, has anyone drunk soup out of a tin in a cup like that? I thought that was just Cup-A-Soup...

I picked this page because of the piece about dates of birth not being obligatory to open a National Savings account: for foreign readers, National Savings is the bank of the UK's Treasury, offering investors a variety of savings and investments, all backed by the UK government, which, along with the US government, is just about as safe as you can get. The old saying about it being rude to ask a lady her age still holds a certain sway here, but I can't imagine any woman of my generation being so neurotic about it that it stops her from opening a savings account. I also doubt very much that anyone's allowed to withhold that information now, given the much larger volumes of data that are held about citizens nowadays. It's a bit scary, really.

Ooh, this is an interesting one. I'm not quite sure why Nikini sanitary pads need their own pair of tiny pants, but it does sound uncomfortably like the pad's only held in place by forcing the wearer's crotch to stay still. No wonder ringed pads were so popular for quite a few years afterwards, as it was some years before British women got a pad which was thin enough to not make the wearer feel self-conscious, and which actually worked!

With apologies to Harry Hill. Don't you just love old-style magazine competitions like these? Here's you can put a series of photographs of Michael Caine in order of which one arouses you the most. I don't know who was the judge of this silly competition, but I'm guessing that they probably pulled the winning entry out of a hat. Nice prize though (the cash prize is roughly an average woman's yearly salary at that time): but I suppose at 3d a guess, you only need 120,000 entries (assuming they all have only one guess, with 4 attempts = 1s, and 20,000s making up £1000*) before you start turning a profit!

* I think my maths is correct, but let me know if you can be bothered checking!

Servis give women yet another reason to celebrate the humble washing machine. And that's all I'm saying.