I don't begrudge the old Rowley Birkin types propped up in the best seats of the Cowdray Room as I aspire to be the same one day!
Many a true word.
Many decades ago I signed up for the Club as part of the OCTU (that's how long ago!) jaunt, and like many on this thread bemoaned the fact that, as a serving officer I had the devil's own job to get a room. The place seemed stuffed with old farts who regarded anybody that wasn't there at least 5 days a week as a bounder and an outsider.
However, the young tyros eventually get older and become .....hurrrumph.... one of those taking the comfy chairs.
Plus ca change!
I only dropped out 'cos I couldn't justify the annual subs while living in Oz. Pity one can't get temporary membership for that one night a decade when one is in town - would love to show the new Mrs Sisemen around.