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Fits spy cam to the cupboard observe the shenannigans between kenty and F_Pol . . .
The prank was the most artless of bluffs.
Am I the only person who thinks that if a member of the Royal Family is in hospital, there should be some kind of password/keyphrase/pin number without which no-one gets information?
I was under the illusion that those around key members of the royal family were briefed and protected by skilled security and media advisers. but it seems their privacy can be accessed with nothing more sophisticated than a silly voice.
The nurses were failed by those who are paid to protect the Royal Family from intrusion.
@momentaryloss wrote:
I can see how all those options must somehow seem so second best.
My heart goes out to you.
ML, I have always valued your aptitude for empathy.
In my later years I’ve realised that, rather than covet the achievements of my older sibling, chase status conferred by largely meaningless institutions, or compete with individuals for whom I hold no respect, I should enjoy every jot and tittle of my life, because it’s actually really jolly good.
And may I say that comradeship such as yours that helps make it so.
@momentaryloss wrote:
@wordsworth60 wrote:
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Very impressive.
Go on admit it – you used to be the Chair/manager/head honcho in a club like this real life.
:D
I’m afraid that, having been the younger sibling, I never quite got the hang of authority (Wordsworth Minor at School, Cambridge instead of That Other Place, only a Lieutenant-Colonel, etc).
However I developed an appetite for regulations and procedures during a brief spell in the Colonial Office, running Tristan Da Cunha.
@sceptical guy wrote:
suddenly worried about said lady’s survival, and concerned in case I get the blame for her remains beng found in a couple of yrs time, hands a glass of water and a slice of bread and butter to a grabby pair of hands, closing the door quickly. A sense of compassion has leds me to dunk a little of the bread in port, so she will be grateful.
Dwat, the port’s got butter in it now. *pours port down the sink, hoping nobody notices
Oh Dear Scep!
I do hope that wasn’t the ’94 Quinta do Vesuvio (a passable glugging vintage). I’m so glad we kept the Special vintages under double lock (2 keys, 3 passwords, keyholders to always travel separately).
Rest assured Mathers has always ensured that whoever enters the club leaves unscathed, I’m sure Ms F_Pol is well fed and looked after, food, clothing, entertainment etc. and probably enjoying a break away from her day-to-day responsibilities. Worry not mon frere.
@toybulldog wrote:
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:
The Joseph Barrow or, more recently, Wesley Snipes font is not compulsory, but has become a convention among some the more corporate members.
But as gentlemen, we pride ourselves on masculinity without machismo. We do make allowances for some of the more Outward Bound types.
Fortunately for our less exclusive brethren, when our club was founded, their love dared not speak its name, so our constitution has never restricted such involvements. We celebrate the popping out of members past and present at the annual Alfred Douglas Dinner (19th May).
Unfortunately, during Edwardian times, the Club introduced noise abatement regulations which specifically forbid any kind of banshee except on All Hallows eve when Father Ryan O’Paisley pops in for the annual exorcism.
Leave your peas at reception and I’m sure they’ll find their way into a kedgeree, or get mushed for the Friday Fish Fry.
Finally, as the last bastion of Harris Tweed, Oxford Brogues and the Full Windsor knot, presentation is all.
@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
Ambivalence
@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.
