Telephones feature heavily in Life on Mars but a detail that has eluded me (and which I didn't really need until now *g*) is how call transfers work within a large institution - like a hospital, or police station for that matter. My assumption has been that calls are made to a central switchboard within the building and then transferred to specific office extensions by a receptionist-type person; that much, to me at least, seems like sound common sense.
My main question, though, is whether any of these institutions - more specifically, hospitals - would have placed callers on hold while waiting to connect them to the person they want to speak with? And if they're on hold, would they be subjected to a sort of static-tinged silence? A beep? Muzak?
Any memories/insights on being on hold in 1973 Britain very warmly welcomed, thank you!
Heh. Should have posted this here in the first place. (I first posted it to my own LJ, foolishly.)
Okay... I need help from people who are more in tune with Sam's likely taste in music, especially concerning stuff from the 80s and 90s. If the pop music of the 80s and the 90s that we know didn't exist - can you think of a few songs that Sam would be particularly likely to miss, in that case? And, in particular, one that would be reasonably easy to at least partly reconstruct from memory if one had some pretty basic guitar skills?
Several suggestions would be good, actually. Also, how about a song he'd love but which would definitely *not* be something a musical layperson could have any hope to 'reconstruct'?
(Sort of unrelated: I also have some David Bowie questions, for the same fic. Would prefer to discuss these in PMs, though, as they're more spoilery.)
ETA: This is the line I'm trying to fill in:
"[X] will forever be beyond his ability, but he makes some headway on [Y] and sometimes manages a decent rendition of [Z]." Edited to fix f***ed-up word order.
I don't think this really adds anything to Loz's last post full of fabby info, but I thought I might be of interest.
It comes from a letter in the latest issue of 'The Job' which is the Met's staff magazine. Obviously it applies to the Met Police and presumably to a later time period than the 1970s although the author does say that he is approaching retirement. It might have some relevance to Sam's original career path.
I wonder why we are now in a situation where we cannot get recruits into CID and are suffering a lack of applicants, lack of experience, lack of enthusiasm and lack of morale. Traditionally, the path to detective constable was through proving yourself on a borough crime squad. Then you'd be brought into the "main office" as an aide, where you were shown the ropes by an experienced DC or DS. Once you proved your worth there, you were awarded a board for detective training and ten-week course at detective training school. You were tried and tested, and although there were some worries about favouritism or nepotism, the vast majority were fine officers.
The letter goes on to describe the current situation, something that the author finds a mess to say the least.
The answer states that over the past year there have been more applicants to becomes trainee detective constables than there are vacancies and paints a much rosier picture.