There was another swimming pool in Christine Keeler's life before the one at Cliveden. As a young girl, she would often swim in the muddy gravel pits near the dingy, Thames-side town of Wraysbury. Envious of her looks, her girl friends called her the "Goddess of the Gravel Pits." "I remember Christine stepping from the water," says one childhood chum. "Her homemade bikini of yellow jersey wool clung to her."
From makeshift bikinis to Paris originals, the life of Christine Keeler was discussed in intimate detail last week, not only in the House of Commons but also in every British newspaper. For...
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