- Fri Sep 09, 2022 11:53 pm
#32036
What with all the kerfuffle, I had completely forgotten something that might be quite relevant. To me, at least. It's the whole British.thing and working out what it all means.
So yes, I met the King. These are actually quite normal people in some senses of the word.
It was around 1997 and 1.0 and I pitched up at a dinner in Whitehall. I can't remember which building - it was dead posh - and it might have had something to do with RUSI.
Anyway, late as ever, we were greeted on the steps. "Welcome Mr Kreuz Berger, and Missus Kreuz Berger" the important bloke barked. (Apparently, 1.0 didn't have her own name, weird.) We joined our table, mainly white men.
I don't remember what we had as a first course, prawns maybe. The veggie option for the main course was the regularly disgraceful melee of all-things-root and equally forgettable. We had crisps and Snickers back in the minibar so I wasn't that fussed.
Before pudding, it was introduction time.
I was working pro-bono for the Prince's Scottish Youth Business Trust (PSYBT) at the time and we had whacked what money we had in to radio advertising and had twisted a few arms for incremental contributions. The King wanted to know how you effectively buy airtime. We got into a conversation about how 4+ cover is preciously more important than mere reach. We talked for about five minutes. His examination bordered on the forensic. Doubtless, he was the captain of the good ship PSYBT but he was acutely interested in what was happening in the boiler room. Ripping the piss out of Radio Clyde with obvious mathematics seemed entirely logical to him and fair game.
There was Armagnac beyond limit and something made of dark chocolate. We got a cab bach up to Regent's Park, murdered the Snickers and prayed for a decent breakfast.
I doubt that this will make his final memoires but it is a strong candidate for mine. Charles is/was a formidable force behind PSYBT and instinctively knew how to apply his muscle.
I also still have that Jaeger dinner suit in the wardrobe. It has a few stories to tell.