I get that now, but that was 15 years ago and my first extended exposure to brits. i realized quite awhile ago that the embassy folks were probably a pretty inbred community of assholes.
but you know the worst thing about that time? the food. we had been travelling for 54 straight hours. they took us straight from the plane to a banquet and all the food was nasty. room temp prime rib?
there was one really awesome family though. they were brits... but from Goa. and their daughter was married to the biggest, loudest alabama redneck you could ever imagine. They hid their sid (moonshine) next to their crucifix, inside a disguised cutout in the wall.