"Invited -- with wife, Rachel -- to join friends for dinner, I duly arrived, dined, chatted and then rose to go around eleven," the playwright William Douglas-Home recalled. "'Thank you, Rachel, for a lovely dinner,' said my host to my wife. 'What do you mean?' I inquired. 'I brought it over from home,' Rachel explained, 'as their cook was off.' 'In that case,' I said, 'I am at liberty to say that the fish was the most disgusting thing I've ever eaten.' 'That was the only dish I provided,' said my host."