(Well, at least I resisted saying “English Knight”!)
As ever, our annual
St Georges dinner took place on 23rd April.
I was expected an early night seeing as the day fell on a Monday, but
locked up at 2.45 am!
It was a good, fun evening of Land of Hope and Glory, Rule
Britannia and a few dance moves from the Landlord that are probably best
forgotten. Thanks for all the
compliments about the menu. The roast beef,
carved by yours truly, I have to say I thought was quite exceptional. (I’d collected it from Smithfield Market
personally the week before at 3am in the morning.) As for the Oxford Blue afterwards, who says
we can’t make cheese!
Gladly, golf was abandoned the next day due to saturated
conditions (and I`m not talking about my liver).
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