[TERENCE: They’ve been in operation since the mid-19th century. I’m not giving up on them now.] Thus all posturing surrounding interior decor is eliminated.
Second, the food must be acquired ready-made from our local pub, French traiteur-style. [TERENCE: There’s nothing more hunter-gatherer than bearing a shoulder of lamb home in a Le Creuset casserole dish.] And lo: neither of us has to take on the martyrdom of cooking, while virtue-signalling that we’re rebuilding the post-Covid economy.Thirdly, I must love the assembled guests so ardently that I feel no requirement to perform other than emitting the odd swear word while stroking the dog.
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