I met him twice way back in the sixties. In the seventies when I was away at college my mother and father, and my sister - she was a teenager back then living at home, - were invited to a garden party at The Palace. My older brother, not to miss out on the fun, rented a chauffeurs uniform, and borrowed a friends Rolls Royce and much to the surprise of my mother and father drove them up to Buckingham Palace. My brother says he got the best deal hanging out with all the other chauffeurs and listening to stories of the rich and famous. My mum and dad, both now dead would have been proud to see this picture.