This could of course now start a totally new thread :-
'Brushes with Royalty'
My own is relatively minor. I was picking up a semi-trailer load of temporary fencing at an outdoor event. Was in the urinal tent spending a penny when in comes 'Phil the Greek' aka The Duke of Edinburgh.
No, police escort, no agents checking out the tent. Just Phil and me. He wasn't in good mood I sensed (when is he?), and he had a problem with the fly in his tweeds. There was some muttering. Some oath in Latin no doubt.
As we (men) all know, conversation in the toilet with strangers is pretty much a no-no at the best of times so I thought better of engaging him in conversation about Post-war Royalty in Europe.
I mean after all the geezer only wanted to pee and sharing a urinal with the plebian masses was probably bad enough.
I console myself that even the queen has to sit down to............... Harum, enough of that.
Still, I suppose one could say, that Phil and I shared an intimate moment. Don't see it earning me a couple of hundred thou in the Sundays though.
I understand he won the carriage driving thing though. Pre event nerves perhaps. After all, when you gotta go, you gotta go.
MikeH
PS before anyone even thinks to ask.........there was no peeking, by me or HRH, THAT would not be good form!
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