Showing posts with label clubland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clubland. Show all posts

Friday, December 8, 2023

Interlude

 


A golden dish with every wish. Quite, and then some. Does this mean 45 becomes 47? I call not in a snowball's chance in hell but feel free to disagree.




Wednesday, November 23, 2022

Very Serious Clubbing

 



A well known solutions provider commented on this shallow, barely read mind blog, "You need to build your own club. Maybe not in Texas Hill Country, but close enough. It would need to have at least a pistol range. I'd go and hang out. If you build it, they will come."

As a notorious clubman this got me thinking. What would such a place be like, like some hideous faux Tudor country club, complete with links, a 20k joining fee and JEB! sinking into a leather armchair? No, nothing Rat Claw Rubio like that. I replied:


A ranch house (extended), fires throughout, 12' ceilings (cooler) with wrap 'round porch. Trophy Room (smoking), Light Cav Bar, Living Room, Ante Room, Dining Room, Billiards/Pool Room and maybe a pool. And a Writing Room (laptops allowed). Food? Club special = Chicken Fried Steak, your choice of sides and Fried Pies for dessert. Or your choice of cut, Rib Eye, Strips etc, all from the club's herd. Farm to table you see, this club's sustainable.

Also:

A RANGE. Pistol, skeet and 100, 200, 500, 1000 yard

Ideally there'd be a river to fish too, but I know you can't have everything. Would there be old retainers? Well yes, of course.

 

In other words, a home from home and a real country club, you see. Would it have accommodation? Yes. Some members would stay year 'round. Would it be exclusive? Obviously, no libs allowed except for my pals. Expensive? Not necessarily, depends on who you are, for some it's free, thank you for your service. Would it be "fancy"? No, of course not. Think lodge. Recip rights? Oh yes, especially with the Savage. Women allowed? Accompanied by a gentleman.




Just some thoughts,  Must get a consortium together and explore this further, thanks LL for the initiative. Good call.

γλαυκῶπις,

LSP

Friday, November 9, 2012

Cavalry & Guards


After a bizarrely early Mass this morning my thoughts mysteriously focused on London's clubs, and not the earsplittingly loud pounding techno variety either. No, real clubs, like the Cavalry & Guards in Piccadilly.

Cavalry & Guards -- note picture on stairwell

I remember climbing up the impressive stairwell of the "C&G"with a senior member who had kindly invited me over for lunch. I noticed the picture of a cavalry charge, Scotland Forever!, I think, and remarked to my friend, "That must've taken some courage."

Death or Glory

He looked me in the eye and said, "I trained for that on the South Downs in the 1930s. Perfectly useless against tanks, you know."

I supposed it was. Earlier I'd suggested that we go to the bar, only to be turned down with "let's not, they do bellow so in there."

Omdurman

The last massed boot-to-boot British cavalry charge was at Omdurman, in 1898, when we destroyed an army of fanatical Jihadists and killed their chieftain. Winston Churchill was part of that charge.

I miss clubland.

LSP