My wife Carrie and I were
on our way to New Broadcasting House, as we had a meeting at the One Show
Production office.
It was a busy in
Portland Place, but then it always was, there was always a tail back from the
junction by the Langham Hotel and a stream of pedestrians filing past All Souls
Church, but Carrie and I were often at the BBC so it was nothing out of the
ordinary.
On this particular
occasion it was a lovely bright summer’s afternoon and the sun was very warm,
and it was that time of day when everyone had been for lunch and were all scurrying
back to their offices.
Indeed it was just
another day in W1, that is, until Carrie said
“What’s going on?”
“What?” I asked and
then followed her gaze to where a girl in a blue dress was walking towards us,
who was causing something of a stir.
That in itself was
strange because she was a rather innocuous looking girl, certainly no more than
mildly attractive certainly not a stunner or of movie star calibre, and yet she
caused every head to turn, male and female, young and old.
Men’s jaws dropped to
the floor and their eyes stood out on stalks and women either looked sternly
and shook their collective heads or stared lustily, and this behaviour was not
restricted to pedestrians, car drivers and Taxi passengers joined in the
ogling.
“What are they all
gawping at?” I asked
“No idea” She replied
also questioning if this unremarkable girl was worthy of all the attention, but
as she passed us and our eyes followed her the reason soon became apparent.
The hem of her skirt had
snagged on an adornment on the ornamental belt rendering her rear aspect from
waist downward exposed.
Though it wasn’t that
which had elicited the response she had received, that was due solely to the
fact she had neglected to wear any pants.
As she continued on
and turned more heads, I asked my wife
“Shouldn’t we tell
her?”
“No” she replied after
a moment of deliberation “little tart”
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