'All hail the chap!' rang out the refrain. And so we did, regaling Mr. B with our highest plaudits and general all-round seasonal jollity.
If you're unfamiliar with Mr. B then this review may not make a lot of sense. He is a purveyor of the finest chap-hop: hip-hop delivered in a Received Pronunciation accent – think early BBC continuity announcers, but rather than programming or the news, Mr B elucidates (often with fantastic wit) on tea drinking, pipe smoking and the antics of his good chum Acid Ted.
It seemed fitting, therefore, for his support on Saturday to be Corky and Scrumpy the Western rapper and purveyor of agricultural hip-hop. Walking in to the sounds of 'Living in a Ginster's Paradise' said it all really. And the line 'shove it up your Pinterest Aga' from 'One More Check on Facebook' did rather resonate around the room. He was good fun, although his ooh-arr joke did prove a little one-dimensional by the end of the set.
The main attraction though – the Gentlemen Rhymer himself – was at the Bullingdon to promote his new album Mr B's Christmas Album (or to give it its full title: One Suspects That One's Career Is Over When One Releases Mr B's Christmas Album But Then Again One Suspects It May Come Just Before The Masterpiece.)
Opening brazenly with 'Adultery at Christmas', Mr. B chap-hopped his way through a string of perfectly nuanced Christmas numbers, laced with sarcasm, debauchery and cautionary tales of one too many sherries. A particular favourite was the exceedingly upbeat and festive ditty, 'I Saw Your Father Beat A Man To Death In Tesco's'. Each deployed Mr B's perfect timing, taking things one step further than you expect with great aplomb.
After his yuletide numbers, Mr B went on to play a few tunes from his classic chap-hop repertoire including the history of hip hop, in five minutes, on the banjolele and (because of course he had to) 'They Don't Allow Rappers in the Bullingdon Club.' Incomparably impeccable.
Everyone was thoroughly in the spirit and all 'audience participation' numbers were adopted with great gusto, which made for an especially fun and frivolous occasion. And as we carefully enunciated, 'we like to move it, move it,' do you know what dear chaps? That's exactly what we did!