The room, animated with the whirring din of conversation, wine freely flowing, all of a sudden died to a gentle hush.He was heading my way.
The throng of guests parting like the chorus line of a black and white 20s film.
I wiped the palm of my hand on a handerkerchief, bowed my head gently in expectation and extended my hand; a colleague sitting nearby did the intro.
Your Royal Highness this is David…….
.... Whheer! haven't I told this story before yesterday...
So what's behind this and why was Jay-zee laughing his head off