Ish. The names are changed while the timing isn’t.
I did impersonate a client briefly and I did work for one who spent ages trying to escape the Eye’s clutches and suing them, or threatening to. No milkmaids were harmed however.
I did surprise and embarrass the senior partner on his leaving his club when I bumped into him as I reversed out a sex shop in Soho. But I had been serving the owner with a writ… honestly.
The machinery, my salary, my lunch, the copying fascism, my flatmate and my cycle ride, all true. I was terrified by those Olivettis, certain I’d snag a body part within. Word-processing didn’t arrive until after I left in 1981. I did love going to the Ordnance Survey and often sorted out title problems that way; my years as a boy scout were not wasted.
And Lloyds did have the first ATM about then and give me my first cashpoint (as it was called) card with the same pin I use today. And, no, I’ve never given that secret away, even to my daughter…
The events took place, albeit not on the same day. And as often as not I caught the bus because I could claim the tube fare so and slightly enhance my salary and therefore ability to eat as the money ran out just before pay day. Because of the way I was brought up I managed to avoid going overdrawn but at the expense of food. Somehow, I survived.
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