My local pub, the Trafalgar, used to have an easy listening night on Sundays
(There are three pages in this scoll)
A Little Story: Shot of Salad Dressing
One of the trendy places to eat in Birmingham in the 1990s was Café des Artists at the Custard Factory. I invited a young lady there for dinner. There was a long line of different types of salad dressing in bottles at the bar. I went to choose one and gave it a gentle shake as I walked back across the restaurant. Next I knew the top exploded and a jet of dressing shot across the room, hitting the wall behind our table. In the low light and commotion it took the staff a while to work out what had happened before apologising and clearing up. I’m not sure what my date made of me or the evening.