Etiquette in dating for teenager

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Whether it's training an entire foreign ministry in Africa, India's Miss Universe contestants or corporate types at leading banks, people look to my colleagues and I to finesse how they eat their food.While for many years British food may not have been the envy of Europe, we Brits certainly knew how to make an elegant meal out of eating it properly.Even on a day off last October I had to unofficially work - policing the queues at the new Disneyland, Shanghai.We British invented the art of the queue and I wasn't going to stand idly by for the teacups and let any old Tong, Nip or Lian-Wei skip ahead.At a time when Britain is struggling for an identity and so many of our commodities are produced in other countries, we should remember that the rest of the world still looks to Britain as the arbiters of civility.A crown that could be lost if our pandering to trendy fads and building laziness continues.

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If you're ever being interviewed by Chinese journalists be prepared to answer questions like 'what's your blood type' (I once answered blue, and am convinced the faithful reprinting of this is why I still get work there) and 'how much do you earn in a month?

During the test, I unashamedly took my hand off the wheel to thank an articulated lorry for letting me out at a junction.

Well, according to examiner Paul (I have no idea if that was his name - it was something nondescript like that) I may as well have mounted the curb and run over a cat. Still, I'd rather fail and be polite than win and be rude. My toe was first dipped in the waters of etiquette before I had left school: I was asked to teach table manners to the younger years.

The word no (the one single word that any child needs to grasp) was not one he was used to hearing and his maid cut up his food (I soon stopped that) and bathed him each night (again, I suggested he started showering to aid independence).

I had free-reign as far as activities for his time in London; prime seats for big West End shows would be found with two hours notice if he suddenly wanted to go to the theatre, and we'd have VIP tours around safari parks and other amusements. So much so the child insisted I walk behind his incontinent pony during his riding lessons through Hyde Park.

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