The old memory reacted to this portrait of Dylan Thomas by reminding me that when I joined the Kit Kat team at Rowntrees, his son, Llew was a copy-writer at JWT in Berkeley Square, W1. I chatted with him in the penthouse bar during my ‘induction’ visit in 1965 – a day-trip by Pullman from York which revealed some of the inner sancta of the agency and the luminaries who populated them.
“Ready for lunch?” A polished Westend voice enquired. Must be his secretary, I thought. “Yes.” “Let’s go then,” she said. I presumed my host must be waiting in the lobby. But he wasn’t. “I’ve booked a table for us just round the corner. I hope you like it.” Well! If the lunch was half as luscious as she was, I would! She was my age, beautiful, blonde (of course), slim and wearing a loose -fitting silk blouse above her pencil skirt and heels.; and she was (how can I put it delicately?) well-built with no visible means of support. We walked in the summer sunshine. She chatted amiably and I tried to concentrate on whatever pearls she cast before me. All eyes were on us; no, on her, and I felt some nervous pride in escorting her, still blushing as we went.
The lunch itself has receded into the mists of memory by now, except for that blouse and its own proud secrets. So I enjoy Mad Men on the telly these days – recognising the quirks of Madison Avenue in the ’60s from my own earliest days in the business.
Boadicea's Chariot 
How long did you stay with them?
Janus: I call it “Niplomacy” — The art of maintaining eye contact with a woman in a sheer blouse.
CO, no,no, no! 🙂 I worked for Rowntrees and visited JWT for five years.
LW, in those days such sights were a rarity!