You Have To Wonder About "Eating Cake" Sometimes!
Yesterday evening Oldrightie treated Mrs OR to a quite excellent meal at the one surviving Michelin Starred restaurant in our foodie town. Everything bordered on perfect and the meal was sublime despite the nervousness my Snotty Brown devalued lifetime pension savings can cause such indulgence.
However one issue arose that is beyond parody when you consider the two boys' "We're all in this together" rubbish talk. Plainly the past has taught quite a few folk sod all!
Soon after we were seated at out table for two the centre eight place set table was gathered. My first reaction to this party was how scruffy they were. Four attractive women looked as though they had just got off a long haul flight. The chaps, bar one, were equally frousty and the once expensive sports jackets downright dirty.
Now as I observed the evening's unfolding minutes I found myself getting ever more hacked off with the very superior attitude of this gathering. I was resentful that my lovely Mrs OR and her immaculate appearance was deemed perfectly OK to be invaded by the scruffy apparel of our fellow diners. What unmentionable germs and bugs lurked in these outwardly, at first glance, expensively attired shabby people, I dread to think.
I suppose visiting hospitals they would be equally as untidy and unwashed. Presumably they only bother when dining with Royalty or their Kensington set. Perhaps, here in the countryside, they are happy to wear two day worn or longer farmyard attire!
One youngster in this group of average age late thirty year old/early forties bunch was a little better dressed. That not withstanding he was very quick to announce to his young companion seated opposite,( he, too, very well spoken but like, possibly Mum and Dad, dressed in filthy shirt sleeves), that he was a lawyer.
Now comes the crunch of my observations. The wonderfully attentive and professional staff serving us all were treated as though they were invisible. I remarked to the lovely French waitress as to "were these people wearing specs that rendered the staff invisible?" Her wry smile made me most conspiratorially pleased. We shared our disdain for these oh so scruffy and ignorant Toffs.
If I had been advised their courses were flavoured with a sharpness not tasted in our own I would have thought of that wry smile once more. It is said that manners maketh man. I happen to agree with that and it is not confined to just a handful of people. That crowd last night will have spent circa£1500 pounds on that meal yet deemed £1 pound's worth of soap and water beneath their consideration and good manners.
When I saw such people in this state of careless scruffiness I realised that not only the Jeremy Kyle trailer trash now revel in filth but it appears so do those capable and rich enough to understand, cretins. Cleanliness is good manners, too. No wonder super bugs rule. I just hope we were not infected by anything last evening. Strewth, our dog is cleaner!