As much as I said I would not share a particular moment of great mirth, I believe I do have a licence from big brother to do so.
In the album below, there’s a photo of Tony and Anne with food on black slate in front of Tony. The joke is; they was no black slate plates. Tony had used the black hard-covered Menu book, mistaking it for his plate in all the excitement!
Imagine! Duck liver pâté smeared on one corner of the Menu cover; and oil from sardines all over another area; before we saw it. Much mirth, and surprisingly no embarrassment on the part of the perpetrator. I suppose you are 80 only once in your life.
Good-naturedly, the restaurant manager slipped it away and came back later to report that it washed up like new again.