Lord Paul
I would have thought if you were lowering yourself to visit one of these jumped up car boot sales, after having all the riff-raff genuflect in front of you, you would treat the affair a bit like a point to point meeting.
Picnic on the back of the Range Rover, crisp white linen and the family crested silver(hamper from Fortnum's of course)
perhaps a goodly portion of jugged hare, an ample slice of game pie, a modicum of fois gras, washed down with a jug of claret, before the Port and Stilton - surely.
Wouldn't want to think you were letting standards slip