Lunchathon Day 7: star blind

Today's lunch was a pair of smashing bangers on smashing mash. The venue for this sausagey feast was The Windsor Castle. This place has little doorways you have to crouch right down to pass through. The quaint novelty is soon lost when you're carrying a round of sherrys. My phototaking skills were a little slow as I was star struck owing to sitting next to Lord Longleat, who happens to be amusingly insane looking.

Here's Lord Longs, and G trying to fathom how lunch could have cost us 16 clams each. You'd have thought 2 years in Notting Hill would have taught him something.