What a swell party it was, to be sure. Our taxi driver asked the armed policeman whether he could drive through the front gate of Buckingham Palace? He was told no, so he made a virtuoso U-turn and deposited my wife and me at the head of the queue, where we showed the guards our photo-ID, plus a bank statement giving our names and full postal address. Then we were gently herded into the vast … [Read more...]
Paul Levy measures the Angles
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