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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