...a page from which it all started again....

 

Pish tosh and poppycock! Although at the time I was not a member of either of the clubs, I distinctly recall that in the late 1980s The Eccentric Club was still quite an independent institution with most wonderful quarters at 9-11 Ryder Street in central London.

 

Those were the days and the wooden owl was still sitting upon the clock running backwards...

 

Have London run out of eccentricity since? Everywhere around us we find signs of the opposite. But the club closed down and I expect that some of its former members did join other noble establishments, including the much admired East India Club in St.James's Square.

 

By all means, they were right to do so - after all a gentleman without a club very often finds himself rather lost in this mad world around. But a true eccentric, in my humble opinion, shall never feel quite at home within an establishment any other than a specially designed club for the eccentrics.

Being eccentric these days is considered somewhat old-fashioned, expensive, damaging to one's reputation and prospects and generally not popular within the society apart from some artistic circles where it is still recognised for its potential of original and creative thinking, variety of talents and skills granted by the nature and God himself as well as some sparks of ingenuity... or pure genius (do we need to be shy of it?!)

 

I have spent years trying to play by the rules and to hide my eccentricity, although time and again it was escaping my guard-dogs of consciousness and proudly revealing itself to the world in its primal nakedness. If The Eccentric Club was still opening its doors every night, I am sure I would have been its most frequent visitor and you would have seen me as often as the wooden owl. But - alas! - the old club is closed and here I am - an eccentric and a gentleman having to seek refuge in other London clubs.

 

I feel however that I may not be the only one in such a pickle and therefore here I raise my voice: it is time to bring The Eccentric Club back to life and to do our best to return to its quarters! You may think that this idea is rather eccentric itself, but what a challenge!

 

Dear Eccentrics - old and new, former members of the Club and those who share my views of a necessity of such a place in London - please come out, contact me and let us do a favour to ourselves and to the British culture itself - for what would have been of it if there were no eccentrics in Great Britain?!

 

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