In the crush to get to the table, some people were disappointed to find that their favourite dish had already been hoovered up by a ravenous Osborne or Copestake, such was the demand. There also appeared to be a critical shortage of kedgeree at one moment and in the clamour that ensued three chapatis and a roast potato or two found themselves on the floor. A riot was avoided when it was discovered that not all of Donald's kurried [sic] kedgeree had indeed been eaten.
Luckily there was no risk of the booze drying up, with new supplies flown in at frequent intervals which ensured that the atmosphere remained good natured, if noisy at times.
The climax of the evening saw the opening of the bar by Sean Osborne and Robin Campbell, respectively the youngest and, how shall one put it? most experienced member of the club. The black ribbon used for the ceremonial cutting is destined to become a treasured artefact in the muniments room of the Royal Loch Broom for generations to see and, while wearing curator's white gloves, touch, if they are lucky. Or it may have been thrown out with the trash...
Thanks to Kate and Gilly and all the other members who brought curries to the club for a night that may well live in the memory for some weeks at least. And to the team who broke down the wall, made the bar, painted the kitchen and made the club house worthy of members of the country's newest royal (yet to be confirmed) sailing club.