No room in the inn
It is probably forty five years since my station commander instructed his officers to stump up two-thirds of a day's pay for club membership. Inertia (OK - momentum) has dictated that I have paid ever since. I have yet to see a club bedroom.
Deep into old dufferdom, I left London in 1990. I have tried to book a room for a week night perhaps a dozen times since then, usually at about a month's notice. No luck.
I assume that there are regular users who book early and often. I wonder if there might not be a limited entitlement for every member, that would require such users to take a back seat while occasionals like me get a turn.