Went to one of those peculiar ex-pat events today that I love to hate but secretly adore for their weird comedy value. It was a tea-time celebration of the Queen's birthday hosted by the British Commonwealth Society of Rio de Janeiro, held in the hall at The British School.
Flat fluorescent lighting; Lots of old folks; The palest looking group of people I've ever seen in Rio; Patriotic balloons and union jacks; A vicar; A pianist; Cups of tea; Scones with jam and cream; Children in fancy dress (Little Dove won the prize in her Queen's Guard pyjamas); A faulty public address system; A raffle; Warm pro-seco; The National Anthem. You get the picture. It was like walking onto the set of a wartime sitcom.
It was the first time the BSC had held this event for families, in an attempt to attract a 'younger' membership. Here's a picture of the cake. Love the unintentionally cool 'you majesty'. They put the cake on the stage, where two seconds later a toddler dressed as Batman trod on it.
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Saturday, 4 June 2011
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