Allow me to tell you the tale of the time when the Prime Minister of Australia gave Buckingham Palace a collective heart attack by snubbing a dinner invite from the king.
It’s the late 1940s, and Prime Minister Ben Chifley is in London for a Commonwealth prime ministers’ conference when he receives an invitation to dine with the King. When he declines, the official secretary is stunned into speechlessness. You don’t say ‘no’ to dinner with the King of England; it’s just not done! He says something vague about a prior engagement, which just dumbfounds them. What kind of prior engagement could possibly be more important than a formal banquet with your country’s head of state?!
So Chif’s refusal isn’t simply insulting, it’s utterly flabbergasting to all involved.
Now, you might be thinking at this point that the Prime Minister was making some kind of statement with this snub. Maybe this is his way of dropping a pointed reminder that Australia is an independent nation, subservient to no one, and Britain can’t just expect the former colonies to follow along blindly whenever the King says ‘heel’.
The truth, though? The truth is that Chifley hadn’t packed a dinner suit. This ABSOLUTE DORK opted to insult the King by declining an invite because he DIDN’T HAVE THE RIGHT CLOTHES TO WEAR.
Lord Gowrie, a former Governor-General of Australia who’d gotten to know Chifley during his tenure, pops over for a visit. He’s quite concerned. Ben, he says, you realise the whole palace is in a tailspin over this dinner thing, right? Chif explains the dinner suit situation, and Gowrie's like, well, if that’s all it is, I’ll hire a suit for you myself.
“No you won’t,” says Chif stubbornly. “I’ve never sat in somebody else’s clothes in my life. I wouldn’t go anywhere in a hired suit. No, no, tell them I’m busy.”
A rather exasperated Gowrie goes off and relays all this to the palace. A little later, he phones to tell Chifley that the King has been apprised of the, er, problem, and has decided to wear a lounge suit. Diplomatic crisis averted!
Still, it was quite an upset. The King had never before attended a formal banquet in anything other than a dinner suit. And because the palace forgot to relay the change in dress code to the other attendees, everyone else showed up dressed to the nines. The only ones wearing lounge suits were the King and Ben Chifley.