Such a laugh at "The Inhospitable Supper Club" ( Liverpool Biennial )....we were greeted at the woodland in a house venue with disclaimer forms to sign as the dinner was live streamed on the interweb. Gin punch dripped from a branch overhanging the table into a punch bowl. Service was surly and scarce, these girls slammed the glasses of wine at the end of the table and left us to hand them round, the main course was left on the floor deeper in the wood for us to collect and serve,the waitress bringing the tray of desserts was eating one herself so there weren't enough to go round and the plates and cutlery weren't changed throughout the meal.
A horse headed man sat for a while in the shadows watching us and then threw baby potatoes at us. One guest had to deal with a phonecall from her landlady threatening to send the heavies round to collect the rent. We took the hint to leave when an air horn sounded repeatedly meaning that conversation was rendered impossible. Best night out I have had in a long time.