Does it have to be British royalty?
In 11th grade I went to a ski trip with my friends. By then skiing had become a pensioners only activity, so I was trying to learn how to snowboard. I sucked but my confidence, boosted by unrestrained juvenile alcohol consumption, exceeded my skill level by far. So, coming down a steep slope, unnecessarily fast and half drunk, I ran fullspeed into this dude wearing gold (think Elvis) overalls. We both flew a few yards in the air and landed on top of eachother. After a few seconds of disorientation and involuntary cuddling I got up, apologized and asked him if he was ok. As he was answering, two enormous and really pissed off looking black guys came-a-running downhill, shoved me aside, picked the golden boy up and started cleaning the snow off his clothes, etc. Turns out I had just crashed into a royal prince of a small African kingdom. His majesty laughed it off, pardoned me, made clicky sounds to his bodyguards (I guess, telling them not to cut me in ribbons) and invited me for a coffee at a nearby chalet. At the end of the coffee and chat I got him to sign my jacket, so that my friends would believe me. He did, with a gold coloured marker too!
(Yachtmaster, Thu 3 Aug 2006, 18:51, Reply)