So I was there with my very posh friend who is a member of the club, and we had dinner then went to have a drink in the smoking room, the place in xylo’s picture (nb: you can no longer smoke in the smoking room).
After a couple of ports another group came in, and my friend recognised one of them as an old school chum he hadn’t seen in years. He came over and sat with us and we had a nice chat and a few more glasses of port. The guy was lovely, with a very impressive groucho moustache (despite the fact he was in his 20s, like us), but very evasive when my friend asked him what he was up to - the closest he got was saying he’d “been doing some bits of work for the Foreign Office”.
The more we drank, more little things came out. Like we got talking about holidays and he said he wanted to stay in London for a bit, because he’d just got back from Ghana. When we asked what he’d been doing there, he kind of chuckled and said, “Well, it was a bit of a sticky situation, I had to spend a couple of days at an old airfield waiting on someone… they needed some cash so I had a suitcase to give to him… funny old business really.” Not even kidding, that was how he spoke.
In hindsight he might also be an arms dealer or something.
