Story time:
Prince Philip visited my school on one of his India trips. He was supposed to meet the senior school staff, head boy and girl, prefects, that sort of thing. I couldn& #39;t have been more than 5 or 6 years old at the time. https://twitter.com/RoyalFamily/status/1380475865323212800">https://twitter.com/RoyalFami...

My aunt, senior teacher, decided I should not miss this. She got permission to include me, just to meet and scoot. No one told me I was supposed to be on best behaviour (this is relevant). She came to my classroom and told my teacher she was borrowing me for a few minutes.

As we walked to the reception area, she quickly briefed me. But I could not grasp the whole "Queen& #39;s husband is a prince, no he& #39;s not a king, she& #39;s the ruler, he& #39;s called a prince but also a duke" thing. So with his arrival imminent, she just said "yep, we& #39;re meeting the king" https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="🤷‍♂️" title="Achselzuckender Mann" aria-label="Emoji: Achselzuckender Mann">

We& #39;re all in line, principal downward. A suited gent arrives with a small entourage. Everyone is bowing and scraping, that sort of thing. He finally gets to me, half the size of the others in the room. But I am craning my neck looking for someone that looks like, I dunno, a KING?

My aunt steps in, "Angad, this is Prince Philip" and gestures for me to greet him. But I, with the shrill loudness that only an idiot child can bring to bear, scream out something along the lines of "YOU& #39;RE the king?! Where& #39;s the crown and robes?"

Everyone gasps. The teaching staff is glaring daggers at me (and my poor aunt!). I& #39;ve well and truly shit the bed...

Until Prince Philip straightens, and ROARS with laughter. Boom. Tension broken. He says something I don& #39;t catch, and moves on. I am hustled away. Cool guy.

END.