ABSTRACT
Magazines have been part of my life since I bought my first pocket-money copy of Robin to read about the latest adventures of Andy Pandy. From Andy I moved on to Bunty with her cut-out paper dresses, and I remember my first disappointment with cover mounts when a magazine called Princess was launched with TV adverts promising a princess outfit to wear. This, as it turned out, was only for a competition winner and not something you could pick up at the newsagent.
