It's not what you know, it's who you know. Which is good, because during the time I should have been increasing what I know I was actually doing a degree in theology at Durham University. But tonight it all paid off when we were invited to the home of the British Ambassador to the US, Sir Kim Darroch.
Kimmy, as I now call him, was also at Durham, although a good few years before me and Hannah, and was hosting an evening of drinks and nibbles for alumni this side of the pond. Being a very British event we were only asked to give money to our old university once, if it's not too much trouble, sorry for asking. Apart from that we chatted to ex-Durhamites who have moved to the USA for a variety of reasons, and we quickly fell to complaining about the weather and how bad Cadbury's is over here now it's licensed to Hershey. It's good to mix with your own people.
We bowed to the pictures of Her Majesty as we left (God bless you, ma'am) and, having made copious use of the free bar, I filled my pockets with cheese and biscuits to keep me going for the next few days. You can take the student out of Durham...
Sir Kim. He went to Hatfield, but other than that seemed quite nice.
The ballroom in the Ambassador's residence. I don't know many people who own a house with a ballroom.
Lady Chevron.
Sir Drankalot.
