I once danced with a 20 year old Norwegian princess (Martha Louise) - at the time 2nd in line to the throne - without knowing who the young lady was. I failed to recognise her. In my defence it was a masquerade ball. Yet people who knew me recognised ME immediately.
In the mid 1990s I frequented the same techno/rave night club as a young lady who would soon marry the Crown Prince. Yet despite the two of us supposedly being in the same smallish night club on countless Friday and Saturday nights, I have no memory of ever seeing her there. That establishment did indeed put on some mindblowing parties.
I once came in third place in a yacht race, but couldn't be bothered to show up when medals were to be handed out. I intended on picking my medal up at the yacht club at a more suitable time a few days later. But it turns out that the honourary commodore of the yacht club, His Majesty King Harald (who is also father and father in law of the above mentioned young ladies) was handing out the medals on this particular occasion. It was apparently quite a formal occasion. A friend of mine was present and reported that when my name was called out and nobody appeared on stage, it was in fact rather embarrassing.
Had this all happened in Morocco or Dubai I would probably be in jail for life.