Cooking up a storm

Keith H

As the not quite thunder clouds loured over the pub, we all had a bit of a party. It was about as much fun as one can have on a Wednesday without getting arrested, frankly. Cute Skinny Legends fought earnestly to lower the tone, but still found themselves neck and neck with the charmingly multi-lingual Sans Brice. But each to their own furrow. At the same time Norfolk And Chance squirrelled away their bottle of house wine, and Loum contrived to effortlessly charm themselves points, and came up with a number of very good ideas:; Not least, what really ought to be on the doorplate at No10. Doomsters, I love your style ( and your handwriting), but in the end, none of us could touch Chef's Table. Literally. Watch this space.