We love Clubland a lot, here at the Compound. Look, a snapshot. I approached the NatLib's Porter, a Portugese Rhodesian, and foolishly said, "When on interview with the Royal Green Jackets years ago I was told, 'No more Rhodesians, it'll change the complexion of our unit.'" You see, after the Zimbabwe fiasco, RLI officers headed overseas and joined the RGJ and associates, which must have made the UK's light infantry strangely combat experienced. Regardless, thus spake Major MD in his office at the Winchester barracks and thank you very much.
You'll note, dear friends, that the same Major asked me some years before, in Canterbury, "Can you, son of a Vicar, keep up with the boys in the Mess?" What a good question as we walked around the Green Court, and I assured him I could, falsely. Be that as it may, are we all not Rhodesians now? As in fighting the Leftist Leviathan against our replacement?"
Back to last April. I offered all of this to the Porter at the NatLib and he looked at me, with Porter wisdom: "That was a long time ago, sir." You see, he'd fought in the Bush War. Stout fellow, and off I went, somewhat shamefaced, into the dark of the Embankment.
"Do you know," uttered a very close friend, "That he didn't want to talk about it?" I looked at her, "Yes. It is what it is. What next, shall we go to Lee Ho Phuk's, the French House or both? Your call."
We ended up in the magic that is the French House. Let the reader, all two of you, understand. Enough rambling. Holy Saturday to you all.
Space is Deep,
LSP
11 comments:
Private clubs, wherever they may be, are 'interesting'... In so many ways! And yes, we're ALL Rhodesians these days!
Lee Ho Fook? As mentioned in Warren Zevon's "Werewolves of London"?
We great unwashed can only gaze in wonder.
Or maybe it’s this guy.
Spelt with a “ph”.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=4PnzJjs60dM&pp=ygUYdGhlIGdlbnRsZW1lbiBwaHVjIHNjZW5l
I'll gladly join up if I can have an RPD like the second guy from the right. Those contraptions are Teh Schits.
And blessed Easter, to all of y'all.
I think we are, NFO, gotta step up to the plate, eh? And then there's clubs. I love the London ones, even though they've mostly abolished smoking, which is incredibly annoying. This absurd ban means you typically have to step outside onto a convenient terrace or garden. It wasn't that way in the '90s, I can tell you. Were members any less happy then? No, they were not.
That's the one, Anon. Same name, different restaurant and sadly shut now, last I looked.
Mike, what an excellent infovid!
Dear WSF, we must organize a team visit to London and go clubbing.
Wild, I 100% agree. Happy Easter!
LSP. in 1965 I did go "clubbing" in London. The clubs I visited looked nothing like your pictures. Perhaps I had the wrong guide book? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VgrfVw2loEc
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