The Gorse Fox had forgotten about stereotypes. He went down to the restaurant just in time for opening - only to find a geriatric blitzkrieg winding themselves up to a whimper at the door (which hadn't opened on the dot of seven). The door swung open and they marched in ( ignoring instructions to wait to be seated) and headed for their favoured tables. No towels were evident, but it would not have bee a surprise.
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