Thursday: Stacked Up

So, on and off over the last few years, I've alluded to a place I get invited to for lunch with some regularity, but that I really don't like.

It's a private members' club that only allowed women in about 20 years ago. The female serving staff all have a cloned look - hairs in buns, cocktail dresses and high heels. And the staff have a condescending aloofness that is irritating in the extreme.

But at least 'The Vancouver Club' has monogrammed towels.

Oops! I appear to have let the cat out of the bag!