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The day Brian Jones climbed out of a chang­ing room win­dow

BE GRA­CIOUS AND AC­CEPT GOOD MAN­NERS

Sir, I am sad­dened that one of your read­ers finds good man­ners and chivalry “highly of­fen­sive”.

I am de­lighted that your Editor felt it cor­rect to hold a door open for a lady, it is to­tally unim­por­tant what she is wear­ing. It is strange how inse­cure so many women are to­day that they are not gra­cious enough to ac­cept good man­ners as they are in­tended. It has ab­so­lutely noth­ing to do with equal­ity, truly equal women ac­cept good man­ners as they are given. Man­ners maketh the man and long may it con­tinue. He­len Pen­ney Long­bor­ough

AN­I­MAL PROD­UCTS ARE EV­ERY­WHERE

Sir, I al­ways en­joy read­ing your com­ments but this month you’ve re­ally hit the spot. Your thoughts on the anti-meat brigade mir­ror mine and re­mind me of let­ter I once had in the Tele­graph. It was to the ef­fect that I couldn’t un­der­stand all the fuss about an­i­mal prod­ucts be­ing in the new £5 be­cause there were an­i­mal prod­ucts in all sorts of things in­clud­ing fur­ni­ture, tyres and mu­si­cal in­stru­ments and I had yet to hear of a veg­e­tar­ian or ve­gan re­fus­ing to sit down, travel or lis­ten to mu­sic be­cause of it. Linda Wy­ton by email

THE DISAPPERING MR JONES!

Sir, I read with in­ter­est the ar­ti­cle on Chel­tenham’s very own Brian Jones, ‘A walk on the wild side’ in the March edi­tion. Can I add to the folk­lore?

It would have been in the early 1960s that I was in Lord John’s, a small cu­bi­cle sized shop in Carn­aby Street, ea­ger to buy any­thing from their flared hip­ster trousers, slim fit shirts or Cuban healed Chelsea Boots, when in walked Brian Jones. I can re­mem­ber him clearly to this day.

He looked fab­u­lous with thick long blond hair and fringe, a black vel­vet jacket, white frilly fronted shirt and Scot­tish Tartan trousers. What was even more im­pres­sive how­ever was the girl he had with him. She had sim­i­lar hair and fringe to­gether with every ad­di­tion me, as a young teenager, could have pos­si­bly ever wished for. He asked to try on a jacket and trousers and dis­ap­peared be­hind a cur­tain. Some min­utes later the girl asked the as­sis­tant to tell Mr Jones that they were in a hurry as they had a party to go to. The as­sis­tant drew the cur­tain aside, but Brian Jones had dis­ap­peared! The jacket and trousers were left, neatly hang­ing on a hook, but a small win­dow at the back had been left open.

That had to be top star qual­ity, if you were that good that you were ea­ger to ditch the an­gel of love­li­ness who was left pout­ing in the shop! Nick Sy­mond­son Chel­tenham

Brian Jones, by Bent Rej

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