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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 13:43:31 GMT
Various Chilean citizens fought on the Allied side during WW1 and WWII. There are still a couple of them and their dependents alive and being supported by The Royal British Legion, the committee of which I sit on.
I am dead impressed that the UK should be taking care of those that helped it after all this time. We did a Veteran's Lunch a month or two ago where a whole bunch were welcomed to the Country Club for bangers & mash and a few beers. Very popular that was.
I am in the throes now of organising a Garden Party at the British Ambassador's home for Remembrance Day, which I expect to be well attended.
Quite heart warming, in many ways.
I like the Foreign Office, UKTI and the Embassies, I've always thought that they do a good job. They're doing it on a bloody shoe string these days, now that the average Brit doesn't think anywhere past Dover is important.
I am considerably less impressed with the RBL administrators in London.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 13:49:29 GMT
The British Embassy in the USSR was always good to us students - they supplied us with turkeys at Christmas and canned beers for the FA Cup final, which we listened to on the World Service. The Spurs v Forest final that was, with the famous Gazza incident.
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Post by Hofmeister on Aug 22, 2016 17:23:59 GMT
My now deceased brother in law was in the FO resulting in many opportunities to visit exotic and far away places, and the resulting invites to embassy and consular parties and social life while there. Also an insight into the stories of sheer stupidity of British subjects abroad, almost all of whom expect the FO to "fix it", regardless of how serious "it" was.
My B-I-L was surprised however when we declined his invitation to visit him in Manaus, Nicaragua, shorty after one of the numerous earthquakes had flattened the place.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 22, 2016 20:11:35 GMT
The local consular representative where we lived in Namibia was also the Fire Chief and Safety Officer for the Uranium mine where I also worked.
One evening, a fire broke out in a section of the mine that used huge tanks of flammable solvent as part of the extraction process. The fire detection system triggered but the water spray nozzles only lasted for a couple of minutes before dribbling to a stop and half the plant burned to the ground.
Turned out that a few days earlier he'd taken his crew out on a training and maintenance exercise at the pumps that supplied the whole mine's fire suppression system and they'd forgotten to open the isolation valves when they left.
He did hold some pretty good bashes for local dignitaries and us ex-pats though.
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