CK wasn't around but he had instructed the rest of us - who turned out to be Ian McR, Ian Sh, Andy M, John McW and me - that the Burnett Arms was to be our refuge last night. The beer was good but then, a little bizarrely, mine host came round each table and, without saying a word, plonked down a small plate of plain crisps:
This didn't last long at our table of 5 - about 2 crisps each - and soon John was casting a slightly disapproving eye:
It was all a little surreal.
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