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