Sam-antha
03-16-2006, 11:01 AM
It happened.
Long ago, in London.
I was down there for a two day big bank conference concerning the secure electronic transfer of money, inter-bank, international. The year was1973 and the subject was concerned with the US interface at the time when Bankwire (or was it Fedwire) used paper tape and the other did not. Interfacing was simple then.- There was no electronic funds transfer to the States from Europe - .
Anyway, although that does not interest anybody, I may as well tell more than the bare flesh of the happening. Of which I do not remember so much detail as could make it interesting.
I was staying at the Connaught, an excellent Park Lane hostellry and there were no other delegates living there. So, I really could run around theplace dressed, without fear of meeting people. I was at a sad moment happily using the lounge/bar to the right of the doors when some face I knew came in, so out I went.
Had that not happened then the rest of the story would not have happened either. Its timetable would have been wrong.
Late that night, going back to the Hotel, I was in need of a taxi and they are difficult to find in the quiet of residential area I was leaving. On the other side of the road, coming towards me there was a policeman. Now it was dark, the lights in the street were on and that man, chose to cross the road diagonally towards me, with the intent of asking if he could help this mini-leather skirted girl.
The fact that there were trees along the road did not help me. could not hide, although that is waht I felt like doing. Or climbing up one.
He ended up asking more official details. I ended up feeling stupid, foolish and very worried, back at the hotel. Clothes got 'put away' the next day, in various places, including Waterloo Station, where a basket got itself a lovely new leather, fairly long and heavy, black skirt. I loved and would not part with the mini, although nearly everything else went.
On the plane home I was sort of worried, not expecting a reception that would have been alien to my continuing at work, that is destroying my career.
There was no reception, the policeman had been good to me and kept his peace. But that meeting had led to my first serious purge.
There have been others since, but none of them exciting.
Long ago, in London.
I was down there for a two day big bank conference concerning the secure electronic transfer of money, inter-bank, international. The year was1973 and the subject was concerned with the US interface at the time when Bankwire (or was it Fedwire) used paper tape and the other did not. Interfacing was simple then.- There was no electronic funds transfer to the States from Europe - .
Anyway, although that does not interest anybody, I may as well tell more than the bare flesh of the happening. Of which I do not remember so much detail as could make it interesting.
I was staying at the Connaught, an excellent Park Lane hostellry and there were no other delegates living there. So, I really could run around theplace dressed, without fear of meeting people. I was at a sad moment happily using the lounge/bar to the right of the doors when some face I knew came in, so out I went.
Had that not happened then the rest of the story would not have happened either. Its timetable would have been wrong.
Late that night, going back to the Hotel, I was in need of a taxi and they are difficult to find in the quiet of residential area I was leaving. On the other side of the road, coming towards me there was a policeman. Now it was dark, the lights in the street were on and that man, chose to cross the road diagonally towards me, with the intent of asking if he could help this mini-leather skirted girl.
The fact that there were trees along the road did not help me. could not hide, although that is waht I felt like doing. Or climbing up one.
He ended up asking more official details. I ended up feeling stupid, foolish and very worried, back at the hotel. Clothes got 'put away' the next day, in various places, including Waterloo Station, where a basket got itself a lovely new leather, fairly long and heavy, black skirt. I loved and would not part with the mini, although nearly everything else went.
On the plane home I was sort of worried, not expecting a reception that would have been alien to my continuing at work, that is destroying my career.
There was no reception, the policeman had been good to me and kept his peace. But that meeting had led to my first serious purge.
There have been others since, but none of them exciting.