2 thoughts on “The Facebook movie is just the start

  1. Squander Two says:

    Prince Charles, you say?

    In 1996, the Prince of Wales asked me to cook for him. It was to be a grand affair, with the violinist Vanessa Mae entertaining Prince Charles’s 200 guests.

    The performing seal prospect seemed even more chilling than usual. The heir to the throne gave me a confident handshake and said, “Bonjour Monsieur White…” For three minutes I listened to his monologue, each and every word of it in French. I just nodded along – it would have been rude to interrupt – and he handed me a little collection of books about Highgrove, each inscribed to “Monsieur Pierre White’.

    “I’m terribly sorry, sir,” I said, “but I’m not French. I grew up on a council estate in Leeds…” He looked at his assistant as if to say “You’ve ––––ing done it this time, boy. You’ve made me feel like the biggest prick in history.”

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