A cold tip for the RHA dinner
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"COLD TABLE" took on a new meaning at a banquet held in a railway tunnel under construction at Heathrow Airport. A crane lowered guests in a bucket down a ventilation shaft where they sat shivering in their overcoats at a feast reminiscent of one held by Brunel when he completed the first tunnel under the Thames more than a century ago.
This is the kind of realism that the RHA annual dinner lacks. An association that ventures abroad for its conference, mingling fearlessly with all those foreigners, has outgrown its yearly bourgeois trek to Grosvenor House.
Be bold, I say, and hold the dinner in a quarry, tipping the guests into their seats from demonstration lorries. Peashingle soup and good Cornish hoggin pudd'n' are obvious dishes but many more exotic delicacies could be persuaded to fall off the backs of lorries.