A posh dinner

We were invited to a barbecue by one of Stuart's colleague's, a casual affair, we were told. Yeah, right.

So we went wearing trainers and baggy shirts only to find tables laden with silver and crystal, covered in white damask cloths in the garden.

Waiters with black bow ties and a chef with a crisp, tall white hat were greeting us with aperitifs and three long tables crammed with delicacies. So much for our expectation of a guy wearing shorts and a silly apron flipping burgers on a smoky grill.