Quote: John_D "Anyone seen a vol au vent recently? Once the staple - the king, even - of the buffet, between me and Mrs D we've had three corporate type buffets this week and not seen a single one. What happened? Did the vol au vent crop fail this year? I want a vol au vent!'"
What you need my friend is a Geordie party, or "porty".
When I lived in the land of my wife's borth it was to my eternal fear and loathing that in approximately one weekend in three she'd come home and announce that we were invited to someone's borthday porty in tha clerb, for there would always be a predictable DJ and his portable disco ball, and several tables pushed together groaning under the weight of "tha boofet", acres and acres of cheese savoury and egg mayonaise sandwiches, sausage rolls from Greggs that had been cut into six small pieces, platters of corned beef and potato pie, and the vol au vents, thousands of them, little parcels of pastry with vomit inside them that could only be eaten when you were p1ssed enough to look at them and not think that they were pastry parcels of vomit - the only thing that was missing was a packet of Rennies at the end of the table.
Turn the music down DJ, turn up the clerb lights, announce that tha boofet is erpen and stand back or you'll get crushed in the first wave.
