Talking of snobby spastic, I'm going for lunch tomorrow with several friends and

[Alberto Balsam Rodriguez]

family members to celebrate the birthday of the glw. We are going to a rather nice seafood restaurant in Brighton.

A visit to a seafood restaurant means certain things to me. It means foaming tankards of black velvet, half a dozen natives and then lobsters or Dover Soles. It does not mean fillets of sea bass or pan-fried cod or any other standard fish dish I could cook for myself any day of the week. However, if I order what I would like, when it comes to splitting the bill, the majority of those present will shít themselves.

What should I do, Awimb? Compromise my beliefs and eat ordinary people's food? That would be dishonest. Insist on paying for everyone? That would be humiliating for the other gentlemen present. Just get on with it in a cheery spirit of 'fúck you'?

Convince them that they should partake of the lobster/Dover soles?

[Sir C]

Convince them that they should partake of the lobster/Dover soles?

Most of them are too common to appreciate such fare. It would be a waste of God's good provisions.