What is it with fun-time party girls leaving this world too young? Take, for example, Great Britain's empire treasure Mary Millington. It seems so unfair that a statuesque, stacked, and simmering lady of Millington's stature would be unable to help herself. How is it possible that the bearer of those bountiful boobs and bobbing buns (first seen serving the needs of humanity in 8mm Brit loops with titles like Miss Bohrloch and Erotic Inferno) could not take cheer from the anatomy that granted cheer to so many others? Think of the multitudinous sorrows released at the viewing of happy, generous Millington in such sex farces as I'm Not Feeling Myself Tonight (1976) and Keep It Up Downstairs (1976). Mary's habitually dignified and inviting expression exhibited the regal self-possessed aplomb such as is expected in the royal box at Ascot. Hopefully she is reigning, with a harp and wings (and not much else to hide her heavenly form) in a better place.
Come Play with Me (1977) - as Sue