My daughter fell in with a snooty crowd recently. One of them dresses like a gentleman from the 19th century -- he was recently interviewed on the Daily Show when they spotted him walking around London. He invited Katie to his birthday drinks at the East India club, which only allows men to join.
In the end, his drinks were held at the RAF club in Mayfair (below). She took me with her, and it was very nice to drink a gin and tonic in this setting, overlooking Hyde Park.
After I left, Katie stayed on and a group of them went to dinner. It was there the trouble began. Her new friend began to subtly suggest that her manners were lacking for a place as refined as the RAF club.
Katie retaliated by wrapping her fingers around her white-wine glass. (You should only grasp a white-wine glass by its stem so you don't bring the wine up to room temperature because your hands are on it.) He didn't like that.
She ordered fois gras as a starter but no main course because she wasn't very hungry. "It's not correct to order only one course when everyone else is having a main course," he said. She refused.
Then she began to pick up the wrong knives and forks for eating. Her lack of manners and refinement were beginning to drive him insane.
Their blossoming friendship has now been nipped in the bud. "You know," he said at the end of the evening, "I don't think I can take you to the East India club after all. You just aren't ready for it."