From the moment, we arrived at the Dump house we knew we were not in for a pleasant evening. The door knocker said it all. Aggression, intolerance, arrogance and a pretty good smattering of ‘eat shit and die’.
Door knockers can say all those things, and the Dump’s house was one of those that spoke of defiance in the face of logic and common sense.
Inside the furnishings were all polished within an inch of their lives and you had the feeling that should you sit on anything the moment you stood up a servant would appear with a polishing cloth to remove all vestige of you having been there.
We were greeted cordially I have to say, but the first thing we noticed was there was not a lot of opportunity for conversation as Ronny Dump was a man who liked to dominate the conversation, or should I say the diatribe he started the night with.
From politics to the economy he had an opinion on it and was only more than happy to look you down and argue the futility of any argument contrary to his.
It came as no relief to be served dinner, which I must add was superb, the steak and tomato sauce a combination I might not serve but in another man’s house and I didn’t have to cook it, so I was fine to indulge myself.
After dinner, he continued and by the time we were wanting to leave, for our sanities sake, he had enlisted three other guests in supporting his claims for business improvements that would benefit his own financial concerns.
It was a most unpleasant evening and as we left, glad to be out of the place, the door knocker again reminded me that all was not well in a world that promoted self-promotion over the good of all.