If you want me, I'll be at my club
Posted on 2015/01/25 15:37:47 (January 2015).
[Wednesday 21st January 2015]
This year, I suppose as a sort of new year's resolution, I set out really determined to finally join a St. James's club. I've often thought how nice it would be to have a sort of home from home in which to enjoy a bit of peace and quiet, reading the Sunday papers in the drawing room, or going for the occasional drink after work when in the mood for something a bit more civilised than the pub, or having one of those long, gout inducing, boozy lunches I imagine aristocrats and politicians are so fond of. I'd done quite a bit of research on the entrance requirements of various clubs, and found the vast majority required you to know, and have your application supported by, two existing members. So I was rather pleased when I eventually stumbled across the website for the Royal Over-Seas League, which, although by default they still require a proposer/seconder like all the other places, they waive that requirement for people belonging to a number of affiliated organisations, one of them, conveniently enough, being Reading University. So I'd applied to join earlier this month, and got my membership number through today.
I couldn't wait to go and have a nose around my new club, so slipped out of the office a bit early, jumped in a taxi to St. James's, and got out at Park Place, just off St. James's Street, where the ROSL's clubhouse is located. I poked my nose in at the bar briefly, had a quick drink there, and also went on a bit of a wander round the first floor. It's a pleasingly grand building, although on this first visit at least largely felt a bit deserted. They can probably be forgive for that, it was after all early on an uneventful mid-week evening in January.
Didn't stay long, and headed back home in time to knock up a quick spaghetti bolognese for the girls.
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