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@momentaryloss wrote:
. . . . . . I’m sure I can bring along a decent malt to oil the wheels of celebration of man’s endeavour to provide hospitality to his fellows.
Go in peace.
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What a good idea! In fact, if enough of the fellows are willing and able, perhaps one evening we could each bring a bottle and have a ‘taste-off’. I’m sure Mathers could prepare rooms for the night and the funds would stand the appropriate waters and ice that some of the blends require.I’m a straight up single malt man by preference, but it always pays to broaden the palate.
We do have some first class malts in the cellar, but they repay close appreciation. I believe some are earmarked for the next coronation.
@jen_jen wrote:
Can I just enjoy the hospitality without being locked in the cupboard please?
Jen_jen, you’d be most welcome on our Ladies Day. But I’m not sure the Mem-Sahibs would be entirely comfortable with the idea of us chaps sharing un-chaperoned relaxed conviviality with fascinating women such as yourself.
At all other times, the only other women allowed beyond the reception desk in the club, are:
1) The Sovereign
2) Members of the Sovereign’s personal staff for the duration of any visit.
3) Members of the military, police or government security services in pursuit of their duties.
4) Other persons, at the discretion of available committee members e.g. Clergy or undertakers where appropriate.
5) Essential maintenance staff, who would normally be subject to 48 hour’s notice unless in dire emergency.
6) Entertainers engaged under contract.
The Club rules and constitution are regularly reviewed, but unfortunately for the more progressive of the members, there are several essential endowments and covenants at stake. In fact, I believe an Act of Parliament would have to be passed under certain circumstances.
@wordsworth60 wrote:
@jen_jen wrote:
Can I just enjoy the hospitality without being locked in the cupboard please?
Jen_jen, you’d be most welcome on our Ladies Day. But I’m not sure the Mem-Sahibs would be entirely comfortable with the idea of us chaps sharing un-chaperoned relaxed conviviality with fascinating women such as yourself.
At all other times, the only other women allowed beyond the reception desk in the club, are:
1) The Sovereign
2) Members of the Sovereign’s personal staff for the duration of any visit.
3) Members of the military, police or government security services in pursuit of their duties.
4) Other persons, at the discretion of available committee members e.g. Clergy or undertakers where appropriate.
5) Essential maintenance staff, who would normally be subject to 48 hour’s notice unless in dire emergency.
6) Entertainers engaged under contract.
The Club rules and constitution are regularly reviewed, but unfortunately for the more progressive of the members, there are several essential endowments and covenants at stake. In fact, I believe an Act of Parliament would have to be passed under certain circumstances.
*chortles*
Dons a grey wig and tiara, puts a queenie handbag over her arm, calls her corgis (Welsh of course) to heel and looks imperious…hopes the old codgers will either be too drunk or have bad eyesight and be fooled…wonders if it is really worth it, it smells musty in here…
@jen_jen wrote:
Dons a grey wig and tiara, puts a queenie handbag over her arm, calls her corgis (Welsh of course) to heel and looks imperious…hopes the old codgers will either be too drunk or have bad eyesight and be fooled…wonders if it is really worth it, it smells musty in here…
Deleted in view of the current news :(
@wordsworth60 wrote:
@jen_jen wrote:
Can I just enjoy the hospitality without being locked in the cupboard please?
Jen_jen, you’d be most welcome on our Ladies Day. But I’m not sure the Mem-Sahibs would be entirely comfortable with the idea of us chaps sharing un-chaperoned relaxed conviviality with fascinating women such as yourself.
Sorry, Jen Jen, the stipulations that Grandmaster Words has bought to your attention are undoubtedly anachronistic, but I’m afraid the more forward-thinking members of this institution are outnumbered by the fuddy-duddies ten to one.
I’d like to be more gallant and oppose the sticklers, but the last time I tried to sneak a fair lady through the gents’ window I was blackballed, which doesn’t sound too bad until you understand how literal these chaps are – and they used permanent dye.
When I finally found a suitable location for my assignation with the willing lassie, she took one look at my newly-painted undercarriage and ran away screaming. Alas my love life is now a distant memory, although I maintain a modicum of confidence that my black and white, ahem, equipment might persuade Panda that we could at the very least be kissing cousins.
dangling keys to the cupboard as a lady’s voice fomr inside can be heard screaming for port
*tries to look concerned
@jen_jen wrote:
Dons a grey wig and tiara, puts a queenie handbag over her arm, calls her corgis (Welsh of course) to heel and looks imperious…hopes the old codgers will either be too drunk or have bad eyesight and be fooled…wonders if it is really worth it, it smells musty in here…
Ma’am!*bows
looked all over the supermarket for a . . . . .strong, manly, black font . . . . . . . to no avail.
Can I not just pop in proudly with some sense of irony, the ghostly banshee cries of aborted babies, and a packet of frozen peas ?
Why must it all be about presentation with you masculine types ?
. . . . pops out just as proudly :lol:
:lol: :lol:
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