The Ambassador comes to town

So Mike, what DO you do?

The Chairman is delighted to announce that the court of the Antipodean Ambassador is currently in Blighty, and was pleased to receive the Chairman & First Lady to his B&B off Oxford Street yesterday afternoon. Although the Ambassador showed a marked reluctance to use his legs other than when going to the bar during his visit, his elbow and forearm were well exercised by the time we were asked to leave the Grenadier pub in Belgravia some seven hours later. Dale was on excellent form, and his disposition was further improved with the arrival of his cousin Mike, who was quite illuminating about his current career prospects, although he was somewhat surprised to be as asked “So Mike, what do you do” by the First Lady some way after the discussion around his career had changed tack. Mike was kind enough not to say “What do you expect an international rugby union coach to do for a job?”, but it must have been tempting.

Suffice as to say that by the time we were asked to leave the pub (we were the final customers), even the Ambassador was well refreshed. So well refreshed, in fact, that he was almost unable to work the ticket machine in the tube station. One can only hope he felt better than the Chairman & First Lady did this morning. It would, however, seem unlikely. Even for a man of the Ambassador’s legendary stamina.