Your guide to cocktail party diplomacy

Photo by Eva-Katalin/Getty I was standing outside a pub recently, speaking to an English man as he became misty-eyed about the Falklands War. It’s not totally remarkable, I know, but I was surprised when it happened again that week: different man, same Belgrano-inflected, weepy nostalgia. Strange, no? You guys won, after all. I suspect the World Cup just dredged up some old feelings. Right, that’s enough politics for today. But, speaking of diplomatic brouhahas, I was also at a party at an embassy that same week. I won’t tell you which – discretion, restraint, and all those other snooze-worthy Anglican virtues don’t come easily to Silver Spoon, but I have learned they are important. It’s only polite, and people need to trust you. Anyway, I am offered a Guinness on arrival – from the tap –