We have all been in a restaurant when you hear the crash of a tray. This is almost always followed by a muted cheer.
It all sounded the same in a small-town hotel restaurant in Argentina a few years ago, but the crash wasn’t a tray and it proved quite educational...
The first indication that this smash was not your average stumble and tray drop was the high-pitched and piercing cry of ‘Richard’. This took a moment to percolate through my brain which, post steak and a couple of glasses of very