Archdruid: Glad you could both make it. I fancy the mackerel pate for starters - what about you, Ken?
Livingstone: Hitler.
Archdruid: Sorry?
Livingstone: I mean, Herring. Nice bit of roll mop herring.
Archdruid: And for you, Mike?
Pence: A woman! Who let you in here?
Archdruid: Calm down. We've got Ken with us.
Livingstone: And Hitler.
Archdruid: What?
Livingstone: If Hitler were here, there'd be four of us. Five of us if we include his Zionist friend.
Archdruid: He's not here, Ken.
Livingstone: A lot of people do deny it.
Sommelier: To drink?
Archdruid: G&T and then a nice Douro white.
Pence: Water please. Not too carbonated. There's a woman here. And she may decide to be available later. So I need to be on my guard against her witchcraft.
Archdruid: And you, Ken?
Livingstone: Crystal....
Sommelier: Roederer Crystal?
Livingstone: No, Kristallnacht. That was nasty. Don't get me wrong. But Hitler wouldn't have had to do it if he'd got his agreement with the Zionists....
Archdruid: Ken, leave it. [to sommerlier] He'll have the old crusted red.
Ken: I'm just nipping to the Berghof...
Archdruid: I presume you mean the loo. He's a bit obsessive, I'm afraid, Mike. Mike?
Pence: I'm just off to the men's room...
Archdruid: What, with Ken?
Pence: It's the Billy Graham Rule. What will people say if I'm alone at the table with you?
Archdruid: What will they say if you follow Ken to the toilet?
Livingstone: I think Mike's got a bunker mentality.
Archdruid: It's gonna be a long night.
So, did Ken enjoy the newts with olive oil and garlic? Or did you follow the new law and serve them roasted with mash and boiled cabbage, or fried with chips and mushy peas?
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