Having run the gauntlet of the display, we entered the restaurant area to the crashing sound of the opening bars of some heavily riffed metal.... Errrm...we entered the restaurant area to the strains of what might have been computer generated muzak. We were given a number; the drill is to wait for your scone pre-seated at a table.
Looking around, the crystal buying public seemed to be made up entirely of older members of society who sit there quietly in couples, having said everything there was to say by about 1974; after all those years of 9 to 5 toil, giving birth, looking after the kids, scrimping and saving for retirement, nursing ageing parents, coming to terms with hair loss, coping with decreased mobility, letting go of dreams like playing for Scotland, living with some degree of rheumatic pain, having an operation for a prolapse, watching the world you know dissapear, and society rejecting every value you hold dear... After all that, is this all you've got to look forward to: driving out to Stuart Crystal on a Sunday afternoon for a cup of tea and a fairly dry scone, hoping that the wife doesn't gravitate to anything like a crystal vase reduced by 15% to £468.
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