Tabloid constancy

I pop in to discuss roofs with his Bill-ness (on the way back from dropping Owen at Lanark). He's busy preparing some tat from his Candymill shed for eBay/Gumtree and has found a couple of old Daily Records lurking in a set of drawers.

The paper is yellowed, the price is diminutive (but in New Pence) but the stories are remarkably similar to those in today's tabloids. He does remark that the women in the photographs are, by and large, not wearing bras.