Glasgow Agency of The Bank of England
"The Old Lady of Threadneedle Street" as the Bank of England is known maintained a small office in Glasgow fir many years. It was on the north side of St VIncent Place and I worked there between 1975 and 1978.
On fine summer days I would cycle to the bank from my home in East Kilbride about 15 miles to the south but I rarely had the energy to pedal the whole way home in the evenings as there is a climb of maybe 1000 feet. Sometimes I would get off and push for a particularly steep part of the route but on tough days I would put the bike on the train from Glasgow Central Station just round the corner from the bank!
I returned to Glasgow on a holiday trip in 2005 when I was celebrating my 60th birthday and revisited the site of my old bank work in the 1970's. Things seem so much cleaner now although there is more traffic and more people. The bank has long since closed its agency offices in Glasgow but I could stand on the steps in the very place I had stood thiirty years previously and imagine myself ringing the bell for admission at 8.30 !!
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Reminds me of the days I cycled, standing on the pedals in the pitch dark mornings, against the wind blowing across Blackheath Common before the hill all the way down to Elephant and Castle, hemmed in by huge bus wheels as I made my across London Bridge to the back entrance of the Old Lady of Threadneedle Street in my very short corduroy grey shorts with the green YHA triangle. I remember leaving my trusty bicycle in the Messengers' domain, up the lift to my locker, only to to do it all in reverse through the dark night, WALK up Blackheath Hill, blown across the Common back to home, my wee mum and a flake out. Three months! because the railway season ticket went up to £2.50 from Welling Kent to Cannon Street. The clocks changed; my bicycle lamp was capoot and I went back to knitting, reading or zzz'ing on the train but satisfied I'd made my protest.
Comment from Alice Gundry on Monday, 3rd January 2011.