Newbury, 1997. Sal is attempting to cook dinner for the family. She and
husband David have pulled off a coup and gathered their brood back home
for the weekend. Eldest son Carl is bringing his new girlfriend to meet
everyone for the first time; middle daughter Polly is back from
Cambridge University for the occasion; and youngest Tom will hopefully
make it out of detention in time for dinner.
Sal and David would rather feed their kids with leftist ideals and
welfarism than fancy cuisine. When you've named each of your offspring
after your socialist heroes, you've given them a lot to live up to. . .