The Gentlemen’s Club

BTW, still laughing at caterwailing. A fine choice of word, Brother Scep. I’m sure there are lots of other suitable words that I would gladly us to describe the women folk whilst strategically behind the safe, fortified walls of our venerable institution.

@mrs_teapot wrote:

Poooo…. what a mucky smelly old place this is… smells of sweaty socks and half eaten manky takeaways… … spots a rat making a nest in the corner …. makes a hasty retreat to the ladies club….so much better… fresh flowers…. and the smell of bacon sandwiches and fresh coffee emanating from a sparkly clean kitchen…. go on guys you can admit it,,,, you miss us,,,, you really do :D

*waves @ Teapot :D

I thought that wonderful Mrs Kenty had done the cleaning today?

*buries head in today’s broadsheet

@wordsworth60 wrote:

Anyway, it’s about time we started discussing chaps’ things. In a quest for sartorial significance, a buddy and I have recently started sporting cravats. On occasions this has made some impact, especially when topped off with a suitable hat.

What’s your view on ties (bow or straight) and cravats?

Should a chap wear a fancy hat indoors on dress occasions or should the tradition of hats for outdoors only be maintained?

Whilst traversing the daily rigours of life the consummate gentleman takes pains to ensure the he is always properly attired for the occasion he currently occupies.

Our modern counterparts may consider sartorial rules merely exist to be disregarded, but the true gentleman needs to be steadfast in his adherence to elegant living. Besides, those young ne’er do wells also believe embarrassing moments where one is overcome by concupiscence can be satiated through the electronic medium of the internet and that current popular beat combos like The Kings of Leon or Swedish House Mafia are somehow superior to the late great Matt Monro. In short, we can safely ignore their admiration for skinny jeans and day-glo colours whilst we continue to enjoy the benefits of a good Harris tweed.

However the cravat as everyday neckwear is an increasingly moot question. Whilst the dandy or the landed gentry of yesteryear could confidently wear a cravat without fear of question from their peers, the modern gentleman must strike a note of caution unless he is happy to be mistaken for an elderly ladies’ hairdresser or a member of the Terry Thomas fan club (not that there is anything to be ashamed of with regards to the latter).

The courteous man will always acknowledge that there are a few hard and fast rules regarding the when and how to wear a hat.

Almost without exception, hats should never be worn indoors, unless, of course, your paramour has a fondness for men in uniform, in which case when you have negotiated visitation of her boudoir, midst the throes of passion, it is expected that you don the admiral’s bicorn, throw caution to the wind, think of England and, to paraphrase a modern-day utterance, do one’s duty whilst admiring the booty.

Baseball caps of any description should only be worn when accompanied by a baseball bat and preferably only when frequenting visiting American relatives in need of home comforts.

I’m sure all the members of this fine establishment need not to be reminded that that a gentleman always has a handkerchief at the ready for a damsel in distress, but it seemed rather germane to mention the point here.