14 October 2015, 7 pm
The women inventors’ and innovators’ event culminates in a dinner at the British Library. On arrival, I realise I have got the dress code wrong. The others are in posh gowns and dripping with jewels. I am in a jumper (because it is cold) and boots (because I walked there). The only redeeming feature of the jumper and boots is that they are black. But when I stand up on the stage at the end of the evening, to present the awards to the bestest of the female inventors and innovators, I do feel ever so slightly under-dressed. To make matters worse, the guests include Ghanaian royalty. The Ghanaian royalty consists of a King and Queen, several princes and princesses and courtiers, and a rather good-looking servant. The servant’s job is to stand all evening holding a parasol over the Queen. To protect her from falling library books, presumably. He has shimmering pectoral muscles that are only partly covered by his shimmering robe. Not that I am distracted by this, you understand. The royals are also wearing shimmering robes, and the colours are heart-thumpingly vivid, but it is the guy with the pecs and the parasol who gets most of the attention.
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