The late Queen was serving me at a large dining table. She approached me with a large frying pan and a fish slice and placed what she called “the traditional baseball cap” on my plate. Then she started beating the cap with the fish slice – so hard I feared the plate would shatter. She leaned towards me and whispered “You have to keep beating it until the press stud clicks”. I whispered back “Why don’t we both pretend we heard the snap?” and she laughed at me as if I were the new Oscar Wilde. I was definitely her favourite.