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The Funnel Suite incorporating the British Steel Room is a bit like a Gentlemams Club, membership by invitation and no more than 50% Ladies.
The menu's, Vittals and Wine come up from the Galley where Sweaty Toby is in command of the deep fat fryer and all orders come with chips and grave A . Security is provided by a rather jolly Ulsterman in a string vest, befriend him at whatever cost, enjoy.
Is Patricia of a disposition stable enough to visit the Funnel unaccompanied? I rather think not. Discuss, if you haven't done so already.
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