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27 December 2005
The story is told. . .
The story is told about the night that George Brown was guest of honour at the Venezuelen Embassy in London. This was the late 1960s and Brown, who was one of the great piss-heads of the day, was British Foreign Secretary at the time.

The band struck up a merry tune and Brown, realising that he was the guest of honour, decided that it was a waltz and that he had better lead off the dancing. Across the room his blurry eyes could just make out a beautiful figure dressed all in red, so he staggered over to do his duty.

"Beautiful lady in red, may I have the honour of this waltz? he asked.

The person thought for a moment, and then replied that this was not possible, and for three reasons:

"First, because you are disgustingly drunk. Second, because this is not a waltz, it is the Venezuelen National Anthem. Third, because I am not a beautiful lady in red, I am the Papal Nuncio."

They don't make 'em like George Brown anymore.
2 Comments:

Surely this is, uh, 'apocryphal'.

27 December 2005 at 10:18  

Yeah, but it's a good 'un

27 December 2005 at 20:50  

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