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Ashley pulled out the chair for his wife – graceful and polite, a quintessential English gentleman, but in a gold lamé suit. After Cheryl had slipped into her seat, Ashley looked questioningly over at Alan. He usually felt slightly nervous around the former England number 9, but the glasses of sparkling wine had helped everyone to relax.
‘Why-ay man!’ shouted Alan. ‘Have ya’sef a seat!’
Ashley sat down. The Shearers’ spread was lavish – foie gras, a garlic baguette, vol-au-vents, caviar, four different varieties of peas, bacon bits, fish fingers and sweetcorn. Read the rest of this entry »