This page is dedicated to the legion of Sabrinaphiles
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21 August 2010. Pete wrote: Hi Mark I'm in the UK and well remember Sabrina from when I was a spotty school boy in the 1950's. I remember we talked about her a lot. My memories of her are of her as a singer rather than an actress or a celebrity. What a pity no-one seems to have put out a CD of her recordings. Far less memorable people have had CD's of their long forgotten material published. I found your site through searching for Sabrina pop star of the 1950's (or wording slightly like that), as searching just for Sabrina brought up the River Severn (the Romans called it Sabrina) & the Italian pop star ofthe 1980's called Sabrina, who I'd never heard of before. Funny enough the reason I was searching for her is that I contribute photos to a UK site called GeoGraph. I recently photographed a Sabrina Drive in Bewdley, Worcestershire. I'm told that when this name was given, there was a huge row because the locals thought it was honouring Sabrina the pop star. But when it was explained that it was named after the river, they shut up. I guess this would have been 30-50 years ago. Personally I would think it excellent if it had been named after Sabrina the pop star, but people are such snobs. Anyway I'm delighted that there is a website devoted to her, and that she is still with us. I often wondered what happened to her, and now I know! Thanks. Pete
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24 July 2010. Anne wrote: "I have just had a lovely 1/2 hour reading testimonials/memories of Sabrina, with Winifred Atwell playing in the background ( on Spotify..) Please tell Sabrina - loved her natural glamour and beauty, a rare thing, not to be seen in the modern day,
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Hello Mark Last year I was asked to write a short memoire. Until I concentrated my mind back to my early days I had always considered that my life was pretty ordinary; but it is people that make the difference.
I had a Russian emigre godfather and only recently discovered he was the grandson of Czar Alexander II. And at age 4 I had afternoon tea once with Dame Edith Sitwell (at that age one is frightened of no one!) a very formidable dame. There is a theory (I think a spurious one) that we are all connected to each other by no more than six degrees. My godfather's father was complicit in the murder of Rasputin. You may wonder what this has to do with Sabrina!
As a small child I was taken many places by an aunt and uncle who were childless. My uncle was ex RAF and seemed to have many acquaintances in showbusiness. On a visit to London I got so bored shopping with my aunt in Swan and Edgar that I became quite fractious. So the next day I was palmed off on to my uncle; he took me to visit a showbusiness friend who was performing at the Windmill Theatre - then a famous near naked revue venue. I quite enjoyed being fussed over by very pretty half naked "models" in their dressing room.
But to cut to the chase: I was taken to Blackpool for my birthday to the Tower Circus (Charlie Cairoli) and we also visited one of my uncle's RAF chums appearing at one of the pier theatres. That is where I met Sabrina. She was a stunning vision to a small boy, and I think she had more in common with me as a 5 year old than she had with the egotistical grown up theatrical colleagues. We visited the pier several times after that and I always sought her out, and of course delighted that she was happy to see me. Of course time moves on and I was aware that she married and moved to the USA, but in the recesses of my childhood memory I can still recall that vision.
So when I stumbled across your site I was delighted. I think it would be slightly inappropriate to write to the lady, but please do pass on my kind regards on if you can when next in communication with Sabrina. She made a little boy very happy (and no doubt at the time a lot of older boys too!) she was a lovely and admirable woman.
Best regards
Eddy
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Hey there Mark, All this fuss over the release of Harry M Miller's autobiography, left me wondering why he seems to have left out his infamous relationship with Sabrina. (I could be mistaken about this, because I don't intend to buy that piece of fiction - I'm just going from what is reported in the newspapers). I'm not sure what year Sabrina hit the Land of Long White Cloud - probably it was 1959 when she also visited Australia. I lived in Auckland and was briefly engaged to a photographer, who on one particular weekend (which coincided my birthday), was booked to do some stills of Sabrina, advertising a particular brand of lipstick. Sabrina had a "live-in" manager, with whom she was romantically involved, and her NZ agent for the duration of her trip was none other than Harry Miller. (The middle initial "M" was added after he moved to Sydney, to distinguish him from another entrepreneurial Harry Miller). Sabrina was ostensibly touring NZ in a lightweight stage show which could show her best features to an appreciative audience, but the real reason (as best we could glean) was to enhance the dirty joke industry. On the day in question, a studio had been booked for six in the evening, which gave plenty of time for Sabrina to get from the theatre (matinee performance) to the studio, but unfortunately for everyone involved, she decided that she really needed a cup of tea and a good lie down before moving on to her next appointment. So there she was, at her hotel, with her clique of hangers-on and managers, while the rest of us cooled our heels at the studio. Our party included 3 or 4 senior execs from the cosmetic company. My presence was quite unofficial. I was waiting for Ted to take me on to my birthday dinner when the photographic job was finished. After spending 5 hours on what should have been a simple task, the photos were taken, Sabrina had changed back into her "going out for evening" clothes, and the moment came for her to sign the model release. She read it carefully, and gagged on the part that said she agreed to do no other make-up endorsements in NZ for the next five years. This escalated into a shouting match with the company executives and Harry, who tried to talk some sense to her about the likelihood of such a situation arising. However the outcome was never in doubt - she refused to sign, as it would compromise her earning ability, and so we all went home. No winners there - I rather imagine she would not have been paid for her attendance! (My birthday dinner was cancelled by mutual consent). Anyways, the next interesting thing that happened (not related to the above), came shortly afterwards. Nothwithstanding her ability to cause ructions over nothing, Harry M was determined to separate Sabrina from her current manager, and take over that job himself. So he arranged for said manager (whose name I don't recall, but he was young and quite fetching in a pommy sort of way*), to be caught by Sabrina in a "compromising" situation with another woman. Sabrina returned to her hotel, where Harry had set up the manager by sending an unexpected call girl, to their room and Sabrina burst in on them. (I don't think they were actually doing anything compromising). Sabrina threw the inevitable hissy fit, with much screaming and throwing things, all duly recorded by the travelling press corps, organised by the ever-entrepeneurial Harry. Sold many papers, but was quickly recognised as the blatant set-up it was. Sabrina and manager left the country shortly afterwards, apparently reconciled, and Harry was left with just his memories. (Said memories seem to be rather selective, and not in accord with mine, but that's another story, which may never be told). Judith The manager in question was probably Ray Bolwell - Ed. Read Sabrina's less-than-joyous memories of Ray in our phone interview. When Sir H expressed an interest in more information about Judith's encounter with Sabrina, Judith replied: Hey Mark, I'm delighted that some of your readers liked the story. There's not a great deal more to tell, but to answer (and perhaps embellish) the questions, here goes. When Sabrina and Harry arrived, they were doing us a favour. Not a word about sorrow for inconveniencing anyone. THEY were the ones being inconvenienced! Sabrina disappeared behind the curtain to change clothes and fix her hair/makeup etc., and Harry hit the phones. He was organising a party for that night at Auckland's one-and-only nightclub, called Peter Pan. Back then it was by necessity unlicensed, so patrons used to smuggle in grog - a fact which was acknowledged and facilitated by the club management. His conversation went something like this: "Hello (name), this is Harry Miller. I'm here with Sabrina, and she would really love to meet you. Are you free to join us tonight at the Peter Pan at about (a certain time). That's great! And by the way, can you bring some grog? Hang on a minute and I'll find out what she feels like drinking". (Phone left open). "Sabrina, what would you like to drink tonight?" Sabrina - "Oh, I don't know .. " - Harry - "Well, beer, champagne, what?" I looked at Ted and held up my fingers, counting them down one by one as the time ticked by, then Sabrina and I said in unison "Champagne!". Harry to conned victim - "Sabrina would like to drink to champagne. Can you organise that?". OK! See you there". He made calls to several men with liquor contacts, so it should have been a well-lubricated gathering. When Sabrina was ready, she came out and waited while the shots were set up. Ted had given me one of his smaller cameras, and instructed me to get some candids, which I did, while sitting on a high stool in the shadows. I tried for the profile shots of her amazing structure, and got a few, but she quickly twigged to what I was doing, and came over to tell me that she didn't like candids, and would I please desist. Ted told me to ignore her, but in those days I was fairly easy to intimidate, and I didn't take any more. I think the "candids" just stayed in Ted's private collection. I didn't ever see them again. What was my impression of Sabrina? That she was still feeling her way, but already had a well-developed ego. More than likely she relied quite heavily on her manager, but to the best of my recollection, he was not there. [snip] I only met Sabrina on the one occasion, and think I have mined it for what little it was worth. The other business between Harry and Sabrina's manager, I knew only from newspaper reports and community gossip, but the journalists who were present at the showdown were all of impeccable reputation, and wrote for the major papers, so their reports were never doubted. Ouch - this seems to be more about Harry - whom you may gather I don't much like, and not a lot about Sabrina, who was too colourless to either like or dislike. Sorry about that!! Warm regards, Judith |
3 May 2008 I was amazed and delighted to find a photograph of me with Sabrina at a photoshoot in Trafalgar Square around 1955. In the picture I am the airman on the left, in the peaked cap, with my friend in the beret. It means a lot to me as I lost all photos taken while in the RAF. If Sabrina sees this e-mail, I would love to hear from her, as we were born in the same year. But I understand she can't reply to everyone. I wish her very good health and happiness. - Best wishes, Terry F |
Hi Mark, Please find attached two references to our lovely Sabrina that I've just managed to assemble: 1) The image is a scan from Record Mirror of 25th July,1955 of Sabrina in her dressing room at the Cheswick Empire ready to perform on stage with the Three Deuces ,a male singing act of the time & 2) A sound bite ref to Sabby from Hughie Green's 'Opportunity Knocks' show broadcast on Radio Luxembourg (208m) in the mid to late fifties. I would like you to know that your website has given me more pleasure than I care to admit! Being of a certain age, Sabrina's attributes were the first this young lad, growing up in fifties Britain, had glimpsed outside his own home ... as such she has special position in my heart and I suspect thousands of other men of my age. You have assembled a unique collection for us to all enjoy and share. Long may you go on finding these nuggets of Sabby!! Please past on my very fond regards to Sabrina next time you speak to or e -mail her (you lucky boy). Cheers, well done and thank you so much, "Tim" |
Hi Mark, I've just stumbled across your page while looking for info about Sabrina to send to my friends in the US. It all came about because we were discussing Christmas memories and I was remembering that, as a little girl of about 6, visiting my Nan in St Helens (not far from Blackpool) for Christmas in the mid 50s, I stuffed two huge balloons up my jumper, announced that I was Sabrina, and sang Christmas Alphabet (haven't a clue why I chose that song) as my act in the little concert all of us kids put on for the whole family ! |
I came across your Sabrina site tonight with great surprise, for I was only reciting a funny story about Sabrina to my wife before dinner tonight. |
To celebrate 50 years of the launch of the car, the Victor Owners Club of which I am archive officer relaunched the Victor at the Severn Valley steam Railway in Kidderminster (UK) re-enacting the unveiling, accompanied by Rock and roll dancers. (see attached photos) Unbeknown to us, in discussion with the railway enthusiasts, we found out that Sabrina is the Roman God of the River Severn!! What a coincidence ! To mark this we have agreed as a club that Sabrina is to be given the honour of being made patron of the Vauxhall Victor Owners Club owing to her large involvement in the history. I am sure that she will be delighted to be bestowed with this honour and would be obliged if you could arrange for her to be told on our behalf and thank her very much for the enjoyment she has brought to the world. Kindest regards |
Woohoo! Thanks, Geoff! |
Yumbo scrumbo, Bill. I'll have a couple of those. |
... in the theatre’s decline a young performer Sabrina (real name Norma Sykes) tried to cement her new found fame by touring the halls. An attractive young woman with a big bust and a small voice, she had come to prominence (no pun intended) playing a dumb blonde on Arthur Askey’s TV show. In an age when dumb blondes were very much in vogue, such was her notoriety that when the famous Audrey Hepburn film of the same name was shown in Britain, it had to be renamed Sabrina Fair. Whatever her talents, I don't think that it was her voice that attracted the mostly male audience. She wore a low cut dress, and this was one occasion when the view from the upper circle beat that from the stalls. |
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Hi Mark, I was so thrilled to read your Sabrina stuff as I knew Sabby back in the 1960's when she visited Melbourne to perform at the Tivoli Theatre. I had a Pharmacy in Little Collins St which was directly at the back of the Tivoli and as I specialized in theatrical make up etc I got all the stars. Sabby was always followed by groups of people wherever she went and I first met her when she ran into the Pharmacy, around the back to hide from her adoring but nuisance fans. From then on we became great friends. I took her out a couple of times and actually treated her breasts for severe sunburn, which she got on the beach at Black Rock where she was living, but that's another story. I met her Mum on several occasions a lovely lady who looked after Sabby, taking care of her finances until Sabby met up with a young Melbourne man who didn't do her any good. Annie had a big disagreement with her daughter over this guy and went back to England. I have signed pictures of Sabrina which I prize very much. She was not only a beautiful girl but a really friendly girl and nice to be with. My brother took her out also and still has her belt which she gave him it is only 18" in diameter. It's hard to imagine her being 69 yrs old, but then I am 81 so where do the years go? I would love to write to her and will do so following your instructions. Even if I never get an answer it may bring a smile to her lips. Seems life has not always been kind to her in later years. Thanks again Mark I have spent the last hour reading with great interest her story and often wondered what happened to her, now I know Kind Regards Ken. |
Would love to contact Sabrina. Saw your site. She stayed at our house in Ilford, in 1957. I gave up my bedroom for her to use when she, I think, wanted to avoid the Press about something. My uncle was an Agent. |
Subject: Re: Did someone mention Sabrina? Newsgroups: alt.comedy.british My Granmother has often told us that when she worked in a greengrocers in Heaviley, Stockport, England. A young (then undiscovered) Norma Sykes would come in the shop with usually a runny nose for " 'alf a pound o' tomaters" Then take great pleasure in telling exactly what it was that Arthur Askey saw in her. Cheers kev |
My Grandad Stuart was Sabrina's favourite cousin, and he and my gran Kath used to own a pub called the Printers Arms in Stockport. One night Sabrina was supposed to be visiting, and word got out. That night the pub was packed with men from Stockport and the surrounding areas. Unfortunately, she didn't turn up that time, but came on another occasion. Apparently there were a lot of long faces, as they had all expected to get a glimpse of the gorgeous Sabrina. |
(c) BECTU History Project. Barbara Harris interviewed by Roy Fowler with John Hamilton, 30th November, 1989. (edited extracts) JH: Arthur Askey had a very long running series. JH: Yes, the translation of the old Bandwagon show, the radio show. I remembered reading a critic once saying Arthur was the first star really who actually fitted the medium. BH: He was. Was it he who brought Sabrina in? Sabrina was the well-endowed young lady, blonde, a great walk on and always brought great... mind you they were starting audiences then too. We didn't have audiences at AP but there were audiences at Lime Grove. |
Also starring in the film is Sabrina, something of a poor man's Jane Mansfield, who sings a really bad number before Stacey's act. I was amazed to know that Sabrina was a real sensation down here in Oz! She was down here regularly starring in television commercials and was featured in lots of newsreel footage (always holding her poodle, just like Jane) and magazines. I even found reference to her in Peter Doyle's AMAZE YOUR FRIENDS, a crime novel set in Sydney during the 1950's. |
Your mother and father were friends of my parents in Beeston, Leeds, Yorkshire. Your mum and dad left Leeds to open a boarding house in Blackpool located by the gas works opposite Central pier. When you were growing up you attended Fleetwood girls high school and my family and I visited the boarding house every August school holiday. They were very happy memorable years from when you were born until I reached the ripe old age of twelve and then the war came along and my father became the Garrison Commander at York (Northern Command HQ) and we were unable to visit Blackpool thereafter. Amusingly at your mum's boarding house we used to stay in what was then called "Bed and Cruette" (That meant that you bought your own food and your mum and dad prepared it) something that does not of course happen anymore... I am 74 years old now and retired but I often think nostalgically of the early years and I sincerely hope you are living comfortably and in good health. Fondest wishes, Leslie |
Best wishes Sabrina, of all of the love-goddesses (Marilyn, Jayne, Diana, Anita Ekberg) you are the loveliest. Why? Because your gentle, natural beauty, touched with that Hollywood glamor set you apart. All the very best, and thank you for such wonderful memories, Keri de Carlo (mr) |
Sabrina says: 5 foot 6 (hear more) |
Best wishes. Mark (Burtey Fen Collection) |
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I did... and Sabrina appeared in 2003! Anyone who is desperate to get a picture of Sabrina is OK with me! |
Well done, Sir! |
Some would say it was quite an apt place for, with her 41.5ins bust, 19ins waist and 36ins hips, she was something of a phenomenon. Though she could not act, sing, dance or even walk properly, Sabrina was propelled to fame by the comedian Arthur Askey who hired her because he wanted a gimmick for his television show in the 1960s. Later, in his autobiography, he said he had just wanted a beautiful young dumb blonde to stand around the set. "The BBC were rather alarmed and wanted to know what I intended to do with her. I didn't know myself at the time, but I got my own way and so Sabrina was born." Her real name was Norma Sykes but Arthur quickly changed it and always insisted that it was not the size of her bust which made him engage her. "I knew she was well built but had no idea how big she really was until the BBC wardrobe mistress told me she couldn't get Sabrina into a medieval costume on account of her enormous chest. I realised then that I had unknowingly struck gold." She was an immediate hit and Fleet Street reporters were always hanging around the studios trying to interview and photograph her. When she came to Derby in April 1963 on an "exclusive engagement", she was billed as "an added attraction" to the animals and clowns who were performing for the crowds at Billy Smart's Circus, which was visiting The Meadows, Nottingham Road, Derby. Her appearance was said to be "direct from her sensational London Palladium show and tour of the United States". Former Derby photographer, Norman Wasteney, of Allestree, remembers it well. He was covering the event for national newspapers while working for Raymonds Press Agency and the recent Bygones feature about photographer, Reg Dudley, reminded him of Sabrina. He recalls that she aroused a great deal of interest and the reporters were especially interested in a handsome young man with her, whom she refused to identify. "Eventually, under the pressure of the questions she told them that he was an American actor," said Norman. "Quick as a flash, Reg commented: 'Aye - and so's Lassie'." Said Norman: "It was typical of Reg. His humour was so sharp and quick. He always had everyone in stitches. It was very sad that he died so early and photography lost such a capable operator." Though Arthur Askey maintained Sabrina was even dumber than he at first thought, she eventually became bigger than him and the show. "So, she had to go," he admitted. "But with the money she made, she had acting, singing, dancing and deportment lessons and eventually finished up doing a very polished cabaret act with special songs, usually about her deformity." Later on, she married an American doctor and went to live in Hollywood. Said Arthur, who died in 1980: "Who said I wasn't a talent spotter!"
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Nude art poses of [Sabrina] have been lost, but someone out there has them . Cheers James This is quite a revelation! See Sabrina Saying Goodnight and taking a bath - is this the film James remembers? |
Sabrina says it was not her. It must have been someone else. |
God bless this wonderful lady. You are so incredibly thorough with your love & admiration for this goddess of yesteryear. I wish there was a site of this magnitude on Jayne Mansfield, my fav. I have only one correction to make. She is not the only blonde survivor. Mamie Van Doren & June Wilkinson are still around , bless 'em. (Oh yeah, need I mention Zsa Zsa)......NAH |
I was born on the 9th May 1936 in Stockport and I only found out yesterday from my brother who is 7 years older than I that my mother and auntie, Ada Wilson and Marie Etchells (both deceased) were very friendly with Annie Haslam and as a 'young un' I was pushed to the park or wherever with Norma Sykes, According to my brother I was one of her first 'playmates'. I was incredulous as you can imagine. I saw a documentary about Sabrina about 6 or 9 months ago where she was living in poverty in LA and at that time I didn't even know she came from Stockport let alone that I was once so close to her. |
She went to London 1954 with David Whitfield the singer of Cara Mia [Sabrina denies this - Ed], he introduced her to little twit Arthur Askey, not liked in the North. She starred with Max Bygraves in the late Fifties at the Blackpool Hippodrome being made a fool of by Max first. |
Sabrina went to Claremont Girls School, Blackpool and left 1952. My wife Yvonne knew Norma at school. I met my wife Yvonne summer 1953 the day she entered the Savoy cafe on the Blackpool promenade,(long gone) I was seated on a corner table with Norma, Shirley Abicair,(I think it is spelt that way) the Australian Zither player, and an American Airforce pilot, whose name escapes me. I fell head over heels for Yvonne, another Blackpool beauty, and we married five years later Norma was not dumb as Askey and others claim; he wanted her that way for his obnoxious show, honking horns and ringing bells around her bottom and breasts like a twerp. I am sorry she did that she deserved better. Clever Londoners think because we have a Lancashire accent we are thick. She was well mannered, well dressed and presented and could talk well on any subject. Norma was well liked by her peers and when she was in the alcove with other local girls at the Winter Gardens dance she sparkled. Glad to know she is well and has done well. |
I lost touch with Sabrina in Blackpool, where she lived in the early 50's. The last time I spoke to her was in 1954-56, I think it was then, she was appearing in New York, staying at the Plaza Hotel. I then heard she was living in California, married to a Dr. Melsheimer, and the very last news of her was that she had been involved in a car accident. I would very much appreciate anything you have on Norma. |
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In Gawler in 1958, there was a photo of Sabrina on the front page
of The News. She was a "model" touring Adelaide. (http://homepages.ihug.com.au/~jhannon/heaven.htm) |
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I got this autograph at Nadi Airport, Fiji, in the late 1950s - I was about 10 or 11. I think she was on her way to/from Australia. I remember that she was dressed in full glamour mode, with a long frock and hair piled high, at about 6am local time. And that cantilevered bust - it left a lasting impression! And later added: Thanks - I've just discovered the newsreel of her arrival at Sydney, that had to be the trip when I got her autograph. The PanAm airliner gives it away too - my Mum worked for PanAm, and used to phone me to grab my autograph book and rush down to the terminal building when someone famous came through. Now, which photo is the quintessence of Sabrinahood...??? Yours, Gregor Thanks, Gregor! |
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And we can't wait for the juicy stuff! |
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It was no big deal, i was just one of the neighbourhood kids hanging out at the entrance to the hospital. we heard about the visit from local gossip.the bosom and entourage arrived. As we were right at the door got a great glimpse of her getting from the car. I think she was wearing a turquoise dress. She waved at us and passed by on her way up to see the sick kids. That was a long time ago and I can't remember what the car was. It was unimportant at the time. Regards John |
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Elliott is a New York artist who has found inspiration from Sabrina, as you see below in one of his paintings. Thanks, Elliott. If only more artists got such inspiration... |
Perhaps this will fill the gap - Ed. There is another memory of the 'bath' film above. And here's the film! Sabrina was the "hostess with the mostest" on Hughie Green's "Double Your Money" program in early 60s on BBC (ITV?). Hughie would make her walk the longest distance to get to the camera and when she had to turn sideways - WOW!! |
You can also enjoy At Home with Sabrina right now! |
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What I remember was, the Tivoli curtains opened, the spotlights shone, and there stood Sabrina in a very lowcut dress. She stood there and smiled and waved until all was quiet. What happened next is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. There were at least three steps down from the top of the main stage, so she took four steps down, left, right, left, right. The steps caused an earthquake in her breast as well as in the audience. There were loud oohs and ahhs and gasps and her breasts swayed from side to side and rippled up and down like a waterbed. Sabrina herself thought that her breasts had dropped out. She looked down to see if they were still covered. Sabrina, at that time also went to Currumbin Bird Sanctuary on the Gold Coast. I remember a photo of her there in the foyer of her feeding the birds. That photo you also may not have. The Queensland National Trust would have it. Enough of the memory of her mammaries. Please keep trying to contact Sabrina and bring her back to life before she dies, for herself and well as her fans. I would like to see what she looks like today. I bet she still looks wonderful. We would not be disappointed whatever she looks like. |
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... and she had the biggest ever beehive hairdo. I mean we were all wearing big hairdos at that time, but hers was in a class of its own. She wore unfashionably long skirts and said it was because she was self conscious about her scarred leg... made no secret of it at all. I do recall she wore a LOT of makeup which made her look rather tarty in the bright sunlight, and she looked bewildered much of the time. |
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Ron also sent a scan of his prized Sabrinagraph... signed with his own Parker pen. Ron added: Woodend races, 13 January 1959. I spent the afternoon with Sabrina, her mother and a young attractive Tivoli Theatre publicity girl. My task was to arrange photographs of Sabrina to be taken between 2.30pm and 4.05pm, taking the names of people snapped with Sabrina. She wore the same outfit she had worn at Royal Ascot, England two years previously, the last time she had been to a race meeting. Her eye-catching dress had a deeply-cut square neckline, with much of her famous 41 inch bustline on show. Her enormous white picture hat made it difficult to speak to her without bending over. She chatted freely and was a most intelligent young lady. As we parted after the races, I shook her hand warmly and gazed bedazzled into her big blue eyes. |
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She was Britain's answer to Jayne Mansfield (or vice versa, depending on your allegiance), a kooky, impossibly top-heavy dish forever pigeonholed as a caricature. She proclaimed that she couldn't sing or dance or act, but she didn't really have to -- she played the dumb blonde on British TV's "Before Your Very Eyes." It would be easy to dismiss Sabrina as a ditzy, no-talent bimbo with a physique bordering on the absurd, but that hardly does her justice. She was famous for nothing, and was easily the most noteworthy object in any room into which she floated. Sadly overlooked today, the buxom Sabrina remains near and dear to all those who witnessed her splendor. She was truly a modern Colossus. See the Goon Show page on nylon.net |
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