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Cast in order of appearance: Chastity Innocent, a young bride to be—Liz Frazer Maid of Honour—Dilys Laye Bridesmaids Mrs Hilda Innocent, the bride’s mother—Patsy Rowlands Dick Lovegood, her husband to be—Jim Dale Best man Mr Innocent, the bride’s father—Charles Hawtrey Vicar—Peter Butterworth Organist Mr Gerald Slim, managing director of the Squeezeme-Slim Corset Company—Kenneth Williams Miss Evadne Squeezeme, formidable head designer of the Squeezeme-Slim Corset Company—Joan Sims Arthur Chance, managing director of Chance Corsets—Sid James Hope Chance, his wife—Hattie Jacques Belle Goodbody, Mr Chance’s secretary and bit on the side—Barbara Windsor Flunkey Debutante—Heather Sears Traffic Warden—Amanda Barrie Diva Starlet Lecturer—Joyce Grenfell Ladies of the Women’s Institute First shifty man Second shifty man Lorry driver Prosperous husband—Dick Bentley Prosperous wife—June Whitfield Police constable Woman police constable Muriel Barlow, an employee in the despatch department of the

Paraversal Pictures Present Delina Del Rae in “Tenderly Yours” Script by John Maybury Copyright on behalf of Paraversal Pictures 1951 Cast Glynis Maddon, a luscious war-widow, newly remarried—Delina Del Rae Rosalie Baker, her adorable seven-year-old daughter whose father died in the War Mrs Nemirov, her landlady Lt. Jr. Grade Gideon Maddon, USN, her husband Gideon Maddon Jr., their darling three-month-old baby Cab driver Midshipman Scene 1 ECU letter from Gideon. Slow zoom in until the width of the page fills the screen, then pan down as Gideon’s voice is heard reading the text. GIDEON MADDON (V.O.): USS Grandes Tétons Pearl Harbor Hawaii April 14th 1950 Sweetheart: Can hardly bear the wait to see you all again. Junior must be getting quite a big boy now. He’s never met his father, but I’m going to make up for that when I get home. Tell Rosalie I’m bringing her a present from Australia. As for you—well, what can I say? I still think of the way you looked the day we married—the hottest

In response to my knock I heard Ophelia’s determined tread across her flat’s reception room, and then the door was snatched open. From the neck up and the knees and wrists down she was dressed for an evening at the opera. Her short, curly hair was blonde-streaked and ambitiously styled, her make-up dramatic and immaculate; her ears and wrists dripped with diamonds; and she posed confidently on inky black suede court shoes with needle slim five-inch heels and petite bows on the vamp ornamented with diamanté knots. But otherwise she looked ready for bed, in a light silk robe that came down to her knees and was firmly belted round her trim waist. The effect was profoundly erotic. “Are you sure you want to go out?” I asked. “We could have a good time right here.” “For heaven’s sake,” Ophelia said dismissively. She turned round and strode back into the reception room, with its floor-to-ceiling windows giving a view over the Thames at night. I followed eagerly, delighted to see that she was

Even though Jake knew there was nobody there, his skin still tingled when his father led him to the door of Studio 4. There were the red light and the green light over the big double doors: the green light was on. His father turned and grinned at him, then unlocked the door and led him in. It was a strange experience to see the studio from that angle. On the right was the view familiar from all those episodes of Your Hour with Pepper Power. The WADX building was one of the tallest in Tramsberg, and the famous windows, floor to ceiling, two storeys high, looked out over smaller buildings that seemed gathered in front of it like supplicants, then on to the suburbs and the plains beyond. In front of the window stood the furniture: the big soft sofa and armchair where Pepper sat to interview guests, and the executive desk and swivel chair from which she did her more serious pieces to camera. A few chunks of angular fibreglass and metal scenery stood about, waiting for someone to bring them

The Bond Street boutique of France Corsetry was a haven of soft music, pastel colours, thick carpets, tasteful displays, and elegantly-dressed ladies with perfect figures. An inelegantly dressed lady would not have lasted five minutes there. She wouldn’t have been turned out, as such, but she would soon have noticed sidelong glances from lustrous, thick-lashed eyes, and daintily kid-gloved hands raised to half-cover exquisite scarlet lips curving in amusement, and musical voices making comments she couldn’t quite hear ending in smothered laughter…within five minutes she would be back out on Bond Street, cheeks burning, looking for somewhere less exclusive like Rigby & Peller. The elegantly dressed lady with an imperfect figure, on the other hand, was always welcome. Within five minutes she would find herself in a changing room, escorted by an impossibly slender shop-assistant in a plain navy-blue sheath dress that fitted like a coat of paint, being introduced to a carefully curated