The key to tackling unwanted admirers
There's less than a month to go before the party conference season - all the drama and the dross, the drunkenness and the debauchery. It starts with the Liberal Democrats in Bournemouth, followed by Labour in Brighton, and finally the Conservatives in Manchester.
It's a good excuse to pass on a wonderful story which I heard a few weeks ago, and which captures some of the atmosphere of our British annual conferences.
A very attractive young woman, who works for a campaign group, was attending last year's Conservative conference. She turned up at one of the evening parties, on her own, and quickly found herself being pestered by a half-drunk male guest.
"You must come back to my room," he kept suggesting. The more the woman said "No", the more the man insisted. At one point she thought she'd fought him off, but then he returned, this time offering his room-key.
"Come to room 325 at 3.30am, when all the parties are over," he slurred, "and I'll give you the time of your life".
Thinking it was the only way to get rid of her unwelcome admirer; the woman took his key, put it in her handbag, and quickly left.
She then went to another late-night party, only to find she was the focus of a younger man, who also wanted sex, and whom she again couldn't get rid of.
"OK," she finally agreed in exasperation. "Here's my room-key. Turn up at 3.30am, and I'll give you the time of your life."
The following day one of the men bumped into the young lady and vented his feelings. Which rather suggests that her brilliant trick had worked perfectly.
One can imagine the disappointment, sheer frustration and collective fury as both men were brought face to face in room 325, and immediately realised how they'd been duped.
When I first heard the story I thought it was just too good to be true - the kind of brilliant anecdote one doesn't like to check out in case it's all invented, or at least exaggerated.
However, I recently bumped into the woman concerned. In pursuit of journalistic accuracy I explained that I'd heard a good story about her. She looked puzzled. So I explained that it involved a room-key at one of the party conferences.
"Oh yes," she said, and then she proceeded to relate the story almost exactly as I had heard it originally, and as I relate it above.