{"id":606,"date":"2008-06-23T20:13:38","date_gmt":"2008-06-23T19:13:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=606"},"modified":"2008-06-23T21:25:28","modified_gmt":"2008-06-23T20:25:28","slug":"global-village-idiot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/?p=606","title":{"rendered":"Global village idiot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Their eyes met across a crowded street in London, SW1.<\/p>\n<p>She still wore her dark hair very long; her slightly rounded, cherubic face framed by almost black tresses that tumbled down past her shoulders.<\/p>\n<p>Her smile was exactly as he remembered it, cheeky &#8211; almost impertinent &#8211; topped off with a pair of the brightest, shiniest eyes.<\/p>\n<p>Their gazes met at the same time.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;Brennig!&#8217;, she exclaimed, while he laughed and almost shouted her name &#8216;Sam!&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>The years parted between them, as if a magic spell had instantly disolved 20 years of history and, once again, they found themselves to be a pair of slightly bewildered, almost confused students.<\/p>\n<p><em>[pause while much pasta in a muy deliciosa homemade sauce is hastily consumed]<\/em><\/p>\n<p>But of course&#8230; that isn&#8217;t how it happened.<\/p>\n<p>The reality is somewhat different&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>He stumbled down the steps from his office building, dazzled by the unexpectedly, painfully bright London sunlight.<\/p>\n<p>He almost fell over the young woman in the pink top and severe black two-piece.<\/p>\n<p>They apologised to each other, smiling as they did so.<\/p>\n<p>Three paces later a thought struck him.<\/p>\n<p>&#8216;I know her!&#8217;<\/p>\n<p>He looked back and saw her glance over her shoulder at him as she turned the corner.<\/p>\n<p>He tried and tried but his brain refused to serve up either her name or the place from where he knew her.<\/p>\n<p>Two hours later, in the middle of a project meeting, the penny dropped: Sam! From college! In Bath!<\/p>\n<p>He wondered if the penny had also dropped for her.<\/p>\n<p>Or if she was walking &#8211; hastily &#8211; around the corner because she had recognised him!<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>B<\/strong><\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Their eyes met across a crowded street in London, SW1. She still wore her dark hair very long; her slightly rounded, cherubic face framed by<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":13,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-606","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-stuff","two-columns"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/606","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/13"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=606"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/606\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=606"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=606"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/brennigjones.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=606"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}