I must commend Mrs MercuryKev for having a suitably filthy sense of humour. I said something about the plate of starters (which were mainly fish) smelling like Musselburgh harbour and she cackled raucously. Turns out she thought I said it smelled like Musselburgh Grammar.
I'm still waiting for MercuryKev to explain why he felt moved to take a fotie of my wife's sock at some stage during the evening. Is there something you'd like to share with us? Is Mrs MK aware of this specialist interest?