Dom was not present, he was at Hampden Park; the rest of his cohort were being fed and watered in Clydebank.
An appreciative gathering scoffed the Chicken Curry, the mountain of Lamb Curry in Hector’s current bitter and dry style was consumed in far greater quanttiies than anticpitated. There was only a smattering left for Robin’s doorstep tomorrow.
A sucessful night, or the truth will out.