I can't say we were enthralled by 'famed for its knitting,' and Mary Marryat's ladylike problem page wasn't a patch on Cathy and Claire in Jackie (which was banned by the nuns at school.)
But we were magazine addicts and read anything we could get our hands on from cover to cover. There was a running battle with my mum who thought Petticoat was depraved. Mum used to take Woman and Woman's Own, which I'd grab before she had the chance to sit down with them. But we had art student lodgers who kept a blissful stack of back copies of She magazine, Honey (my favourite) and Nova - how brilliant is this cover, streets ahead of any women's mags today - far too cutting-edge for 12-year-old me, but I read it anyway.
Who would have thought that Woman's Weekly would have survived into a new millennium ... long after the demise of Petticoat, Honey et al. Maybe they did Catch their Death in those mini-skirts and the way to longevity is knitting your own sensible knickers. Woman's Weekly readers really did knit their own lingerie. This programme yesterday was a hoot.