The Duchess and I...
Once upon a time, there was a young blue aardvark, and he was selected to be the Duchess of Kent's page boy for an honorary degree ceremony. "OK, so I get to meet royalty," he thought, little knowing that he would be forced to wear the outfit associated with the role. Anyone who knows me will have problems imagining me wearing this green & gold number, and I never had the legs for stockings... I was mercilessly mocked by my little brother about this. His glee lasted for about a year, until he got volunteered into performing the same duty, and I took plenty of photographs. I even sent some off to HRH, and got a nice letter back.

What did I get in return for my humiliation? An encyclopedia, autographed by HRH herself, using just her first name. I've probably still got it somewhere. Does this put me on first-name terms with her? I doubt it somehow.
( The Blue Aardvark Unavoidably detained by reality, Fri 4 Aug 2006, 13:37, Reply)