J. Edgar was enjoying the last few days of freedom before his voluntary incarceration at HMS Raleigh for nine weeks of basic training as a new matelot. Note that he still sports a fair amount of hair; by the time you read this he's probably a bit more shorn courtesy of the Royal Navy's own barber. J Edgar was a bit worried that I'd select the least flattering photo of him for this posting. I'd like to point out that I didn't. Quite.It really goes without saying that our very own little Welsh wizard of the culinary arts worked his usual wonders in the kitchen; each steak arriving as ordered (two still almost capable of mooing) with plentiful trimmings and bucketloads of chips. This isn't a feast for the cordon-bleu aficionados amongst us, but is a feast of very yummy things for very little money. Huzzah!
Much ale and wine was tipped down willing gullets and much merriment ensued; sadly Mrs The Millbrooker and I had to party poop a little as the alarm was set for 03:45 the following morning - there was still a living to be made on the railway for some of us.
Steak nights are hugely popular and highly recommended, but you'll need to book early! Click the link to the D&C's website (which is slightly out of date with some of its information, but the basics are all there) for contact details. Go on, you know you want to.
The celebrations were only just starting, there will be further thrilling instalments on these pages; we've still got Dong's birthday lunch, Gigspanner's terrific performance on Friday, the Saturday night BBQ and official handing over of the birthday mantle; Mrs The Millbrooker's birthday trip to the Random Arms....