Oh, hello Mr President

I met Bill Clinton by accident once. Unbeknown to me he was visiting Oxford because his daughter Chelsea had got a scholarship to the University. He was staying in the Randolph hotel in the centre of town. On that day I happened to be out with a friend, walking through the city when we saw a crowd of people blocking the pavement. We pushed through to cross the road in-front of the hotel, oblivious to the fact that these people had lined the streets to see the ex-president. Just at that moment the man left the hotel foyer, crossed the road and walked right up to me. So I was the first to shake his hand. "Welcome to Oxford", I said.

So the moral of the story is - always push yourself to the front of the crowd. You don't get to meet world leaders by looking over someone else's shoulders.