Which reminds me of the story of the very distinguished banker, if there are any left standing. Our banker was attending a grand international conference of bankers. The sessions that day had been long, with detailed workshops and breakout sessions. After a formal dinner he paused for a night-cap in a quiet bar in the hotel.
As he was relaxing over a screwdriver, his favourite cocktail, a fashionably-dressed lady, slid into the seat beside him, flashed a smile and engaged him in conversation. He could not remember her in the conference sessions, so he explained he was a banker at the conference of international bankers taking place at the hotel.