In theory, give or take a few centuries, I should have been sent to the Tower of London for the mistake I once committed in the presence of the soon-to-be-crowned King Charles III.
As a young reporter for the Press Association in London, my news editor had forgotten to task anyone to attend an official event at Asprey, the famous royal-warranted jewellers in Mayfair. “Get there now!” he shrieked in panic.
