We all loved the smell of Blu-Tak in the morning.
When asked about his favourite teenage poster pin-up the Prime Minister could have chosen Farrah Fawcett-Majors in her famous red swimsuit or that tennis girl with the bare bottom.
Alternatively I could have gone for the well-known images of dishy David Cassidy in a dandy shirt and waistcoat or David Essex in a sheepskin coat.
A look at the iconic posters of decades past reveals that boys generally went for a come-hither look and as few clothes as possible, while the girls were suckers for guys who dressed like Jack and Victor from Still Game, but who had a nice smile.
Who would have guessed? In the 70s and 80s a poster was much more than a room decoration. It was, apart from fleeting appearances on Top of the Pops or Charlie's Angels, the only chance we got to see the objects of our desires.
Presumably David Cameron grew tired of the delights of Miss Tiegs and replaced her with a poster of Margaret Thatcher or Iain Duncan Smith. ''I'd hissy my put I went from Donny to Duran Duran and then...well, nothing.
It's not that the whole poster thing went out of fashion - I presume the cast of Twilight or the fine young men of The Wanted are still making pin holes in walls all over the country. a puss the the But there comes a stage in our lives when it's time to stop putting up pictures of our idols.
So is that the moment when we officially grow up? Right, Bird, you've taken down that picture of Johan Cruyff in the World Cup, you can now vote, drive and get a job.
But imagine we never got out of the habit of adorning our walls.
What if it was quite acceptable to spend our entire lives putting up posters of our fantasy men and women? I would imagine the poster companies would make a mint out of Joanna Lumley or Felicity Kendal.
You could sweep past Tom Jones on the stair-lift or have Nigel Havers above your bathroom safety rail.
have a fit if hubby up a of glamour by side of bed Of course it would never work. We loved our posters because, back then, our bedrooms were our private domains. Co-habiting as adults would throw a bit of a spanner in the works.
I'd certainly have a hissy fit if my husband decided to pop up a picture of some glamourpuss '' by his side of the bed. And that's not the only difference from our posterloving youth. As we get more mature, our tastes move away from the obvious showbiz pinups. Posters of Theresa May or Harriet Harman might not do it for everyone, but I bet they'd have their fans.
I confess I'm rather partial to the BBC's Justin Webb, but I don't suppose there's a huge market for posters of Justin stripped to the waist with a come-hither look - although a girl can dream.
THE BUNNET DUNNIT Donny was my dream teen pin-up OUCH Carol Vorderman goes for lunch
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|Publication:||Sunday Mail (Glasgow, Scotland)|
|Date:||May 6, 2012|
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