During my childhood no self-respecting kiosk on Southend seafront would be complete without a rack or two of saucy postcards next to all those sticks of rocks. I went in hunt of one to send a friend who hasn't shaken off their Carry On sense of humour and found that they're surprisingly hard to come by these days. It looks like all that equality and diversity training and digital technology have taken their toll.
Finally I was successful. One of the little shops had a small selection of rather moth eaten stock tucked away on a teeny stand. I reckon that, back in the 1960s, someone, tempted by a bulk ordering discount, had overestimated stock requirements and, fifty years on, they were still trying to get rid of them. The one with folk outside a butcher's shop making innuendos about breast and rump was quite expected. No surprises there. This one shocked though. Wrong on all sorts of different levels, it's the white lips that disturb me the most. It seems to harp back to a time when blackface makeup was still an acceptable way to represent black people. A bit of social history but I was astonished to find it was still on sale today.