
Back in the days when I was single belonging to a sporting club was a necessary adjunct to life given that the pubs closed at six. The clubs adhered to no such closing regime and stayed open till late so you could refresh yourself after a gruelling game of whatever it was you were playing. The police tended to turn a blind eye to after-hours trading most of the time, but had to make a raid on the odd occasion to keep their hands in. My...