The birthday girl looked radiant, hot and so well preserved, like a fine bowl of chilli pickle. Many thanks to Mucky for popping in to see us and providing us with entertainment as she managed to get lost walking back. Brums tales of salty sea-dogdom, naturism, painting, sculpting and his early days as a gigolo in the St Tropez of the '70s enthralled us all. Food was good, but it has declined since its early days, I had the Onion Bhaji for start (2 tennis ball sized creations) and the Special Lamb Sagwala. From what I could tell, the "special" bit was the metal lid that covered the dish on arrival. Still a good evening with a free digestiv offered at the end.