“Back in the day, I got a job working as a chauffeur for HM’s consulate in New York. And being handy at poker, I soon won the prime driving slot – HRH Prince Philip’s royal visit. During his stay we found ourselves driving along the 59th street towards First Avenue on our way to Sotheby’s, when HRH leant forwards and asked me the name of the bridge we were approaching. I had no idea, so replied, ‘it’s just the 59th street bridge.’ But seconds later, we saw the official name on the sign: Queensboro Bridge. At which point HRH whacked me over the head with his auction catalogue. ‘Silly boy!’ he shouted. ‘It’s named after my damned wifey!”