From a letter to Stense, 20-Nov-2001

Bit of a mishap at lunchtime today: I decided to pop into the Liverpool Tate to have a look in the shop. As I entered the revolving door, a young woman (bit of a babe, actually) leapt into the same segment of the door as me, even though it is clearly designed for single occupancy (especially when the occupant is of my proportions). She managed to get in, but her bulky shoulder-bag didn't, so we became wedged. There wasn't any room to manoeuvre, so we had to make a very slow and careful about-face and shuffle extreeeemely slowly back the way we had come to allow the young woman to escape. The poor lass went scarlet and couldn't stop apologising.

I didn't like to tell her it was the best thing to happen to me all day.


3 thoughts on “From a letter to Stense, 20-Nov-2001

  1. I met my wife in a revolving door & we've been going around togethe...aaaahhhh!

  2. Dear Richard, I've just popped over to see Fitz. Leo & the guys are already there. We will be back to see you soon (he doesn't have any pictures....yawn!)

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