Sometimes I forget that there is some small bit of glamour associated with working at an embassy, and with the holiday season upon us, this meant the British Embassy Christmas Ball!!
It was an opportunity for everybody to dress up nice, ditch work for a couple hours, eat some fantastic British food (like Yorkshire pudding?), and watch drunk British guys swing their kilts in rhythm to ska versions of Phil Colins.
No, I’m not kidding about that last one.