A memory

Today I had to see the designer to resolve a couple of 'technical' issues with my image file. The designer's studio is at the top of these dingy stairs in Holborn.

It took me right back to my first ever job, in a firm of solicitors, 35 years ago. I was just 17 and worked up a similar flight of stairs just around the corner from here. I wouldn't say I was naive exactly, I was living in a flat in Tooting, but fairly fresh from the country. One morning my boss phoned in and asked me to go to his house to "take dictation". I had no choice but to go. Once there he asked me to dance. Horror upon horrors! I managed to extricate myself from the situation and never went back.