The club was full as always members flowing in no one could be heard above the rants and din. A Club for the elite of a certain required age strictly men only Bold in red on the members page. Seats were old and stuffy dust clouds whenever we sat ornaments filled the main room aside the resident Tom Cat. The bar built in the twenties with prices of present day but the men who attended here had the money to pay. The club was built in 1890 the decor had never changed smoking had played its part all twisted and deranged. Some Guys as old as ninety attended the club each week and at the dinner table they had a chance to speak. Jokes were always branded about chuckles were heard now and again it was a way of keeping in touch for the old trustworthy men. The barmaids scantily dressed and the old men looked in awe obviously a treat for them excited at what they saw. The club closed at ten thirty several had to be chased it was another night at the club of excited hearts that raced.