At the end of the dinner, at around 9 o'clock, he sort of rounded everyone up and said, "Well, Minister, you've got a big day tomorrow, you need to move on.", and I took a slight risk and said to him, "Oh, hang on a minute, Ambassador. Whatever happened to fine old MFAT tradition of port and cigars after the dinner?" He leapt out of his chair—remember, this was a man who was not overly well then, and he had trouble with his feet—and procured the most rubbishy bunch of cigars I've ever seen, but some of the finest port you could ever get. We sat outside in December until after 2 in the morning with the discussion continuing—quite an extraordinary occasion. 