Hob Nobbing
Today I spent the afternoon at the British Ambassador's house hobbing and nobbing with the cream of Libyan ex-pat society.
A delightful selection of wines, beers, canapés and of course gin & tonics was on offer (Ambassadors's residence hence LEGAL!).
Predictably, I was quaffing the wine at pace, seeing as it may be the last time I see it before returning to the UK at Christmas. I even held the glass with my little finger pointing outward so as to appear more proficient at hob-nobbage.
Unfortunately, I nearly gave the game away after I had consumed a fair few glasses and stated in a very loud voice:
"This is all very nice but where are the Ambassador's Ferraro Roche!?!"
His wife was standing right behind me!
A delightful selection of wines, beers, canapés and of course gin & tonics was on offer (Ambassadors's residence hence LEGAL!).
Predictably, I was quaffing the wine at pace, seeing as it may be the last time I see it before returning to the UK at Christmas. I even held the glass with my little finger pointing outward so as to appear more proficient at hob-nobbage.
Unfortunately, I nearly gave the game away after I had consumed a fair few glasses and stated in a very loud voice:
"This is all very nice but where are the Ambassador's Ferraro Roche!?!"
His wife was standing right behind me!
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