Mrs. Stork. NO, that is her name, not her look (she should have laid off the Chardonnay before her intro).
If I was attending the Chamber’s Dinner tonight, and I was a member, I would have got under my table and crawled for the nearest exit. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. And I hope Jeremy Hegg got paid a bundle to butcher a Leonard Cohen song. Choo-Choo all the way to the bank.