My cat got an invite to er-indoors for tea the other day.
Peculiar thing was you could probably have picked up the invite on the street, it was nothing more than a piece of coloured paper, printed on one-side.
We nipped in the back entrance, showed our coloured paper to the quiet thug on the gate and popped in for tea.
On the way out, a steward said to the chappie in front of me,
'Commander Bond is it ? '
To which the trebly striped officer replied,
' No, but it is Commander James '.
And then you realise, just how much effective security was probably in place. This is British. Subtle, often self-deprecating understatement.
We don't need to gesture with flash bombs, bullets and bullies.
Not Britain.