Amanda-Jane
Amanda-Jane was another semi-professional doing the rounds in the pre-digital 1990s. She and her husband lived in a certain village in Kent which happened to house a disproportionate number of serious villains. No suggestion or evidence of any association with such (not everyone there was a tasty geezer). Amanda worked as a receptionist when she started out with the full blessing and support of said husband. She would host private photo sessions in their neat (Amanda was very house pride) bungalow, with the snapper totally unaware her old man was tucked away out the back if anything got out of order (Amanda could also look after herself all right). She graduated to, yes, Fiona Cooper and the Sunday Sport Roadshow, while I seem to recall making a name for herself on the stripping circuit. A local friend was one Kerry Matthews, another face on the scene in those days and with whom I had one very short-lived phone call. I liked Amanda. She’d be about 60 now.