Inter-Club Club Crawl.

On Wednesday 5th October the annual Younger Members Inter-Club Club Crawl took place. Before I had even arrived or left my own house incidents started taking place! I was figuring out what to wear, what would be appropriate for ‘lounge suit’ and what wouldn’t. I grabbed my belt that was stuck under my handbag on my bed…and forgot it was elasticated.

So as I yanked it from under my bag, the huge metal clasp flung into my mouth, causing me a split lip and blood everywhere. Lovely. Just what I wanted a couple of hours before I had to leave! Thankfully I had lots of ice-lolly’s in the freezer, so shoved one of those on my lip once the bleeding had stopped, which reduced the swelling.

So after my eventful time getting dressed, I headed to the Royal Overseas League in Green Park, which is the club I belong to, for drinks and nibbles. After meeting two of my fellow Overseas friends there, C and Ciara, and some of the members from other clubs, we headed to the Army and Navy Club for dinner.

By this time I had had two glasses of wine, and before we had dinner I had another two. Which means four. Which means a legless Catherine. The dinner was a buffet. Crap. I struggled back to the table with my food, swaying as I went, my head spinning, and desperately tried to eat my dinner in a ladylike, civilized manner…which was difficult when my food kept tipping off my fork, and Gordon and Steve kept talking to me so I couldn’t concentrate on keeping the food on my fork. What was I thinking!

Dinner at the Army and Navy Club. (Photograph courtesy of Fiona Fraser)

I know I’m a 20-year-old lightweight, so why on earth did I drink so much?! I have no clue to be honest, they just kept topping up the glasses and I didn’t notice how much there was. So, after even more drinking throughout and after dinner, we headed to the National Liberal Club for…you guessed it…even more drinks.

The journey to the National Liberal Club was a struggle…having to walk and talk with head spinning and legs swaying. So off came the heels. I mean come on, I really did not want to break my ankle BEFORE the dancing started did I!?

So we arrived at the National Liberal Club, and oh my….what a beautiful clubhouse!! Incredible! Very ornate, grand, and it just generally looked and felt like a real London Gentlemen’s club (not the modern type’s of gentlemen’s clubs with hookers and strippers…the old traditional type with newspapers and cigars). So after more drinks, we headed downstairs to The Savage Club for live Jazz.

My first impression…’Is this it!?’ It was one room…basically a small bar. Apparently it is a bohemian club for artists, writers, musicians, that type of thing. But despite it’s size, it had a hell of a lot of atmosphere! I literally had the most fun I had had in aaaaages, it was great!

 

 

There was a live Jazz Band there, and we just spent hours and hours dancing and drinking (again). And when the Jazz Band packed up, a guy started playing the piano, and we just kept on going! He even played Bohemian Rhapsody…which, naturally, I sang along to, word for word. But lets not go there…