I USED to believe Page Three was just good, clean fun. At the time, I worked for the Daily Star of Scotland and often handled those bare breasts, as it were. The girls who got their vests off weren’t exploited; they were well paid and gorgeous. So what if men wanted to look at their tits?
Things changed one lunch time in a Glasgow bar. I was meeting a friend and, while I waited, I read my own newspaper. Then suddenly I realised that several of the men in the quiet pub were watching me with a ‘right pair’ spread out on the table. I blushed and hastily shut my paper.