Tuesday, 18 August 2009

First Anniversary of the Revival

Dear Friends,

There are two new events to take place at the Eccentric Club: our open convivial monthly meeting on the 27th of August, Thursday, at 7:13pm, and a more formal Dinner on the 11th of September, Friday, at the same time.

Both events will take place at our new home, No.40 Dover Street, Mayfair, London W1S 4NP (nearest tube: Green Park; we can also advise you on a members' parking nearby).

On 29th of August it will be exactly a year since the revival of the Eccentric Club in London, and, eccentrically enough, we shall not celebrate it on the very day. Instead, both events listed above will be dedicated to our First Anniversary of Revival. This year only our formal Anniversary Dinner will be open to non-members and members' guests, from 2010 it will be available to our members only.

We have a lot to celebrate: in just a year's time we have brought the name of the Eccentric Club back to life and placed it firmly on the map of London clubland, we have earned our Royal Patronage and ended our homelessness by finding an incredibly generous agreement with the Arts Club in Dover Street, we have attracted a hundred members from the UK and 11 other countries, signed reciprocal agreements with two clubs (one in the USA, the other one in Ireland), and have appointed two Official Representatives (in the USA and in Russia) who are 'spreading the word', promoting our goals and ideals, introducing new fellow eccentrics to the Club and our Club to them!

The best way to book your participation in either of mentioned events is to visit the following sites:
http://eccentricdrink.eventbrite.com/
http://eccentricanniversary.eventbrite.com/

Our website has been recently renovated, particularly, its 'Members-Only' section, do have a look! If you had a login & password which no longer work, please let us know, and we'll reset them for you.

And, finally, for those of you having spare time and interested in the Club’s past, here’s some interesting links:
http://www.britishpathe.com/record.php?id=77336
http://www.britishpathe.com/record.php?id=17786
http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/public-appeal.php
http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/club-archive/newspaper-articles/life-in-london-1890.php
http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/club-library.php
http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/club-news/news-archive/the-battle-of-verse.php

We are looking forward to seeing you with us soon!

Best Eccentric Regards,

Imants von Wenden
on behalf of the Eccentric Club Committee

Latest Minutes: http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/club-committee/minutes.php
Club Rules & Regulations: http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/hidden-docs/rules-and-regulations-2009.php

"...Eccentric essence is a blazing star,
Whose powerful rays enlighten nations far
With brilliant ideas, that illume the mind,
And raise the thoughts above the vulgar kind ;
Makes genius boundless - aloft in air it flies -
Expands in space unlimited in the skies;
From world to world it roams about at pleasur e,
And then returns with eccentric treasure
Of wit, of whim, bon-mot, and jeu d'esprit,
The very soul of Eccentricity..."
(George Weguelin, 1827)

Monday, 10 August 2009

The Battle of Verse

This is a long overdue Report of The Battle of Verse, held by the Eccentric Club on the 26th of March 2009 in the Arts Club at 40, Dover Street, Mayfair, London.

The event was advertised as a Festival of Eccentric and Witty Poetry, about a dozen and a half of various entertaining works were read, mostly by their authors, some shall be added in this blog.

Mr Adrian Brown's witty poetry and charmingly captivating performance - including his truly unique reading of the Owl and the Pussy-Cat in French! - won the unanimous vote of the Jury and the audience in his favour.

He was pronounced The Grand Master of the Knights of Verse of the Eccentric Club (eccentrically long title!) and granted an exclusive right to talk in verse to all the club members for a year.

Other contestants, much loved and enjoyed by the audience, included Colin Shaddick and Peter Golding - both gentlemen took a great deal of care in choosing their verses for the evening. Mr Golding wrote a poem on a specifically 'eccentric' subject, the transformation of yesterday's eccentricities into a modern day norm! Mr Shaddick immersed the audience into a moonlight jazz of playing with words and images, his memories and feelings. His poems were well complimented by an addition submitted by our overseas member David John Drew, whose meditational chanting-like imagery sequences put a deep shamanic spell on the audience as well as the brave volunteer to read them - the actor Steven John Bugdale, - a man well trained in the art of articulate literary performance and yet at times feeling the strength of the challenge that evening.

Mr Golding also read to the audience an excerpt from The Eccentric Drama, written by George Weguelin, a dedicated Poet Laureate of the Eccentric Society, in 1827.

Selected Poems Performed at the Battle of Verse:

Common Law

by Adrian Brown

When I was young, and dreamt of going places,
And getting to the top, and all that jazz,
They told me I must trample on the faces
Of those who cluttered up the way…….
Whereas
When I began to train to be climber,
To clamp on crampons, gird get-up-and-go,
Become a proud and pushy paradigmer –
I couldn’t find a face to step on,
So
I entertained an enterprise more novel
To use when all around are fools or rogues:
Tell them: “It’s clear that you were born to grovel,
So kindly place your bonce beneath
My brogues.”
You’ll find they’ll leap to follow this suggestion,
Obsequiously bend to your command,
Thereby discreetly easing the congestion
That blocked your progress to
The promised land.

I fear I have to charge a small commission
For this advice, your life-style to refit;
So send a handsome cheque in recognition,
And don’t forget to sign the thing,
You twit!!!!

Eccentric Is The New Normal

by Peter Golding

Eccentric is the new norm — Norm
I told ‘im now ‘es old and worn
You get so muddled these days
you need somefing else to describe your ways

Look ‘ere my dear ol battle axe
you could never shake it about to Stax
So betta ta go n stand on yer ‘ead
than be taken as one of ‘em walkin’ dead

I explained how in Britannia’s age of surrender
a kindly way to possibly mend her
Was to imagine we were still at war
and to revisit our behavioural law

Maybe ask one afternoon
would you care to see the moon
Join cat and fiddle with a cuppa tea
or take a trip to eternity

So now my hearties –behold a new window
with opportunities for ageless brothers to go
And be ourselves-the one we were hiding
but now rather like it- as we keep on finding

Wise clowns and feelers
(not many city dealers)
From all walks of life
and all kinds of strife

And characteristically — most every mile
a smile, a smile, another smile
Inside and out
whether hearty or nought

Yes- it’s easier to be an E these days
as others follow their tele’s ways
And football and celebrities all blend together
and everyone talks about the weather

So-the E word’s now the latest trend?
and soon be sold around every bend?
Available in perfumes and aftershave?
its new age music played at every rave?

Yes we’re saving the nation
with our own elation
And making brave the world
while politics are hurled

So at last now friends — whether upright or informal
The banner reads — Eccentricity is The New Normal !


I Remember Her So Well

by Colin Shaddick

Miss Westcott. I remember her so well.
I loved the way she looked. I loved her smell.
She was firm, but she was fair with us all
and when she moved through the class, I blushed.

I remember her so well. She was tall.
She dressed in a brown tweed suit, and her hair:
her hair was swept back and held by a pin.
This made her steel-grey eyes look enormous.

Her long neck grew from the vee of her blouse,
and her stockings swished as she walked about.
Her suit was nipped to emphasise her waist
and her warm-looking skirt ended below the knee.

There was a brooch pinned upon her lapel
and beneath that brooch swung a little chain.
Sometimes the light would catch a link or two
and flash out a secret message to me.

Miss Westcott. I remember her so well.
Oh, the pain of leaving our village school.
I cannot bring to mind the shoes she wore,
but now I picture her in boots of leather!

Excerpt from The Eccentric Drama (1827)

by George Weguelin

Now as we are met, by usage, here to night,
After a preposterous perilous flight,
In which I believe few histories of late
A story half so wonderful relate.
As birds of passage from bush to brier roam,
Can find no resting place till they get home ;
So we, per favour of our glorious King,
Shelter once more under his sovereign wing,
To hold our senate in our ancient hall,
Where Eccentricity extends to all.
Free brothers of the sacred order rais'd
Of noble virtues, which can ne'er be raz'd;
That love the synod of so great a name,
And glory only in Eccentric fame,
Not like the empty fop of high degree,
Who vaunts his dress or frothy pedigree :
No,no; Eccentric essence is a blazing star,
Whose powerful rays enlighten nations far
With brilliant ideas, that illume the mind,
And raise the thoughts above the vulgar kind ;
Makes genius boundless - aloft in air it flies -
Expands in space unlimited in the skies;
From world to world it roams about at pleasur e,
And then returns with eccentric treasure
Of wit, of whim, bon-mot, and jeu d'esprit,
The very soul of Eccentricity...

Paaram-Deep Kaur’s Nocturnal Visitation to Paris, or

The Miragination of the Delhic Princess.

by David John Drew

A jar
Of tumeric
Slips from a shelf
And shatters
On the kitchen floor
Of a suburban home
In Gail Drive
Salina … Kansas:

Paaram’s soul ached to sway in waves thro’ city streets,
A concave view: gazing into space, a face glazed,
And eyes swirling: enthralled by wild amazing visions;
Tense lingering dreams of life in Paris, pursued with
Rapturous desires for grand boulevards and fine-arts,
Her mind prancing gaily across strands, a shadow…
Etched to perfection, reflected in the fashionable
Glimmer’d arcadian glass of respected purveyors
In exquisite goods.
And
Delectable
Delights.

The cremated ashes of tradition forbade the yearning,
The grain of the father: constant polish, word of the Queen;
Unequivocal fortress of law, chained in the tower…
Floral damsel of air in the land of five rivers,
Smouldering
In embers and
Constantly brooding
Thoughts of
Escape.

Thus she lay, dissected and adorned in pattern’d
Whorls of intricately designed Bombay henna
Reclined fatefully in sighs on the velvet divan…
She slipped silently into unconsciousness, loosened
By the rare and illicit indulgence of cherries;
Taste of the shisha smoke pervading her sensual lips;
Sleep and sin her only exciting escape from the slavery of
Suburban mediocrity, a North-American cultural desert,
A foggy reality,
Evaded and
Avoided
Through
Inhaling
Mist.

In that dopey lilt the spirit of hope appeared
Madame Liberte, that verdant Goddess… the Faery
Stood at her feet and with her flaming torch
Of freedom, set Kumari’s soul afire, a fiery fever
Erupted: that ravaged and consumed the feminine frame,
Lady Liberty raised her up into the swart sky,
And set her like a burning comet across an April heaven
Laughing across the slashing surf of the Atlantic
Eastwards to the place of the dawn, the soul awakened
A spirit soaring,
Over
Empty vales
To taste
Celestial
Nectar.

Launched into frivolity: spellbound by the silver’d moon;
The crescent whisper’d promise of rare jewels …
In abundant measure, treasures of Eurasia’s dawn.
Across a bridge she tip-toed with a bouquet of red roses
Over the ocean to the ripple of the trickling Seine
All transformed on alighting: in a cocktail dress
A butterfly in bright translucent emerald hue
Blended and woven by the famed Vicomtesse de Ribes.
Splendid in glory… wonderfully waltzing in Gallic rhyme
To the sovereign echo of magical lunar tunes,
To the final majestic moment, the first rays of…
Charismatic, enigmatic dawn of the Sun-King, then
Led magnetically by Antoinette, into the city;
The centre, the square of revolving orbs and spheres…
Arabesque of ghosts all swirling and twirling around
The silent, lonely
Obelisk
In the
Place de la Concorde.
In the early
Morn.

Ushered in haste by Valentino de Rosso
Who led her by leaps and bounds to the Rue Assas
To Christian Constant: to gorge on Ceylon cinnamon
And Yemeni jasmine: Valrhona forged chocolate by
The artistic grand-master of silken ganache
And the Palet D’or…
Then, with a well-composed quip curteousy of Villon
She skipped a chant all the way to the D’Orsay
Blending in dance to the bold colours of Les Fauves:
Matisse introduced Vincent, not lost but forlorn
Frozen in the waves of an ice blue storm, she…
Frowned,
Still calm and voluptuous … then quietly moved on,
And said;

“let me eat chou de fleur paired with black truffle,
With supreme Albufera ladled on vollaile de Bresse
Lunch with Ducasse at the Plaza Athenee
Sparkle beneath 10,000 crystals and Clementine cloth
A glass of that Lanson; Noble Cuvee 88, as I
Skip down the Champs Elysee. all
Paid for with an Assignat:
Cent Vingt Cinc Sols.
But
Then

Emmanuel chimed in the Temple of Reason
Marking the time of dusk, Amristar framed in Helios
The descending sun, reflected in murmuring waters
She plunged… thro’ the voice of the Guru Granth Sahib
Who, calling the Bayniens to the doorway to God,
Her venture, a mighty sea of thoughts realized ... now
Retreated like the tides, the rainbow bubble bursting,
The yellow path crumbling to dust and rubble…
Paaram awoke, stranded again on the suburban shore
A rare flower in a garden of weeds, bordered by laws,
And ordered
To start sweeping
The dusty
Floor.

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More poems are available for the members of the Eccentric Club: http://www.eccentricclub.co.uk/club-library/the-battle-of-verse.php

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Mr Adrian Brown's books of poems can be purchased here: http://www.inpressbooks.co.uk/adrian_brown_f02591.aspx

Thursday, 2 April 2009

Eccentric Outcome of the Awards Ceremony


...And so the day has come, the 1st of April, when the Eccentric Club of London and the UK was going to name the Greatest British Eccentric of the Year 2009.

It was advertised as a revival of yet another long-standing tradition and the panel of judges was to be chaired by Lyndon Yorke, the winner of The Great British Eccentric Award in 2001. Questions were asked: where does this tradition originate from? Has it been celebrated by the Eccentric Club since 1780s?

Some of the members of the present club and some of those who belonged to the elitest old Eccentric Club in Ryder Street, St James’s, felt that the event might roll down the route of becoming a “monster raving loony” clown-parade, or a smaller scale replica of the Muncaster Festival of Fools. Either way, they’ve argued, it was little to do with the club and its definition of eccentricity...

Indeed, the very award won by Mr Yorke in 2001 was introduced by Kellogg’s Fruit & Fibre, putting some commercial taste into the very idea of the contest. It is still unclear what has motivated Kellogg’s to utilize such an event for its marketing. Could it be that, in fact, marketing purpose was only an excuse for the organisers to celebrate a much greater issue – the inherent eccentricity of our culture which still fascinates millions of people from all walks of life worldwide?

And the Eccentric Club itself, though remembered by many as a “stiff-upper-lip” exclusive aristocratic and business establishment in St James’s, had staged events like this in the past: after all, from 1890s to 1940s majority of its members were actors (and not just any actors, but many comedians, music hall performers and even, God forbid, clowns!), and they knew how to put on a show!

The older generation may well remember Little Titch in his Big Boots, who was a member of the Club, or fascinating pictures by Alfred Hind Robinson of “Punch and Judy” Festival, held on 10th of September 1921, organised by the Eccentric Club, and involving 13 minstrel troupes, 5 clown duos and 17 punch shows! Fun events like this were seen as a good social entertainment helping the Club to raise the much needed funds for the charitable causes.

Earlier, in the 1800s, the Society of Eccentrics, a predecessor of the Eccentric Club, was arranging for similar purposes performances of Robert “Romeo” Coates, a son of a wealthy sugar planter from the West Indies, a wannabe-gentleman and an amateur actor, who, by talking out of script to his audience, was making those watching him either laugh or walk out in outrage.

So, in a way, the Greatest British Eccentric Annual Award celebrated by the present Eccentric Club on 1st of April 2009, is a continuation of a great and long-standing tradition. The organisers believe that it should have demonstrated the neverending public interest to various manifestations of “practical eccentricity” – defined by the club as originality of creative persons on a lifelong quest – for themselves, their purpose and for new experiences.

Both members of the public and the media are fascinated by those brave enough to stand in such a contest, and the strength of their personalities and the interest to such an event may still do an awful lot of good for the charitable fund-raising and promotion of true human values which we sometimes seem to forget...

But let us get back to the event – only a selected number of journalists, TV crews and guests were allowed to a closed room in the fashionable Arts Club in Dover Street, Mayfair, on Wednesday, the 1st of April. Many of those arriving were sharing their fears about making their way back after the event – the audience included many of those who had to travel from distant parts of the UK and abroad, and London was still being a battleplace of the police and the protestors against everything possible, wishing to get noticed on the “Financial Fools Day” when the G20 leaders decided to gather in London.

Nevertheless, most of the expected guests and participants arrived on time. The key speaker, Mr Lyndon Yorke, got lost and found himself on a board of an airplane flying to Madagascar (even the greatest of the eccentrics may have some urgent business!), but his absence was found to be quite eccentric and amusing by those present.

The event was being prepared for a while with the members of the Eccentric Club Committee nominating some of the most eccentric, in their opinion, individuals to be considered for an Award. The reason for choosing them behind their backs was that none of them would generally consider themselves eccentrics. And, what is more important, none of them would ever compete in an event of any kind. Nevertheless, they were nominated, but soon only a few of the nominees remained in the list of the finalists. Four, to be precise. Others appeared to attract a much lesser number of online votes, so they were finally left in peace.

First to arrive of the final four, was Rob Lowe – he stormed the room in an outfit distantly resembling those of Indiana Jones’s, with a picnic basket and a media crew. Like a hurricane, Rob was circulating between the columns in the room, occasionally being carried away into the inner courtyard garden and then materialising again, often - with a supermodel-looking long-legged PR associate.

He was soon followed by the other two finalists and their parties – a 6ft+ People’s Poet Colin Shaddick, a jewel of contemporary poetry from Devon, and Ray Frensham, Esq., a perfect London gentleman of 1880s-1910s, as his outfit and a monocle were suggesting.

The final contestant, Captain Beany, an orange-painted superhero from Wales, was being late...

A bewildered cameraman was trying to position himself by a 6ft-tall owl (Club’s symbol) made entirely out of the balloons (a challenging task, as we have heard!) and supplied by the exclusive decorator of the event, Mrs Natalia Goussarova from BestFlora.co.uk.

A band from Manchester, a most peculiar and yet refreshingly traditional, known under the name of “Dr Butler’s Hatstand Medicine Band” (do not try saying this after too many glasses of wine!), has started, to everyone’s delight, their performance, a selection of amusing old-fashioned songs and tunes, including a hit “Dead Butler”.

But soon a huge brass bell rang by a glamourous Master of the Ceremonies of the new Club Emmanuel Ray symbolized the official opening of the event.

Emmanuel introduced the judges – renowned eccentricologists Ben Le Vay and Henry Hemming, a toast was raised “to the many great virtues of Eccentricity!”, and as Ben Le Vay has started his welcoming speech, an orange lighting struck the building – it was Captain Beany with a truly royal escort of PR and TV people.

The Ceremony soon turned into quite a spectacle, a full-scale theatrical performance with songs and speeches and poems, each of the contestants was successful in engaging the audience, and the audience was much willing to be engaged with such fascinating characters! It seemed that there will be no winner – indeed, how can anyone choose the best between so different and yet so equal in strength of personality contestants?!

The judges eventually had to retire to make their decision. Contestants and guests were treated to more music from Dr Butler and some witty poetry by Adrian Brown, a recently nominated Grand Master of Verse of the Eccentric Club (with an obligation to talk at the Club in verse for a year!).

When the judges came back, silence fell upon the congregation. Everyone was wondering what the final decision would be, as all the contestants were worthy of the First Prize: Rob Lowe has collected most public votes online, but Colin Shaddick had more votes in a closed “members-only” ballot of the Eccentric Club, Ray Frensham was in an undisputable lead until a few days before the event, his network of friends, supporters and appreciators of his eccentric character was certainly capable of making him the ultimate winner, and Captain Beany, though having collected the smallest number of public votes online, was an extremely popular Welsh superhero, the second Great British Eccentric in 2001 and The Greatest Welsh Eccentric of the same year...

The judges announced the winners in the backward order, awarding Ray Frensham with the Special Prize, Colin Shaddick with the Third Prize, Rob Lowe – with the Second, and Captain Beany – with the First...

No-one could explain their reasoning, but no-one doubted its fairness and impartiality... How eccentric!

Sunday, 15 March 2009

The Greatest British Eccentric of the Year 2009

1st of April 2009 @ 19:31 :: The Arts Club, 40 Dover Street, Mayfair (nearest tube: Green Park).

It is yet another revival of another noble tradition - the re-introduction of an Annual Award to the Greatest British Eccentric of the Year.

There have been a few contests of this kind before, however, none of them lasted for more than a couple of years. Yet the phenomenon of practical eccentricity remains an object of interest to a great number of people, both in the UK and abroad.

The Eccentric Club Committee has amongst its members Lyndon Yorke, the winner of the title "Great English Eccentric" of 2001, an aerial surveyor and a mechanical follyologist from Buckinghamshire. It was him who initially suggested the idea of reviving the Annual Award Ceremony, which received a unanimous vote of approval – bringing back such an important annual event would help raising the much needed funding for the Club, which has a number of charitable commitments in the UK.

All nominees for the first contest were suggested by the members of the Eccentric Club Committee, some of the them being actually members of the Eccentric Club, others - friends of the members, but the list also includes public figures, traditionally fascinating the public with their views or conduct, considered by many exceptionally original or even somewhat eccentric!

Along with some famous names, you will discover brand new figures, equally unusual and unique in their views and ways, and certainly extremely popular in some circles for what they are!

As genuine eccentrics traditionally do not see themselves as such (it's how they are perceived by the others), none of the candidates were proposed or nominated by themselves, but now, once they have been nominated, some of them got involved in the Contest with great enthusiasm, bringing along armies of supporters, which makes the event even more exciting!

For all future contests, the nominees will be suggested by members of the public as well as the Club members.

The Official Award Ceremony will be held on the 1st of April at the Arts Club, 40 Dover Street, Mayfair. Panel of judges is expected to include Lyndon Yorke, Henry Hemming (the celebrated author of "In Search of the English Eccentric") and the famous eccentricologist Ben Le Vay (author of numerous ‘eccentric guides’ to towns and cities across the UK). It is also expected that a few surprise celebrities may be both amongst the guests and the judges of this event.

In times, when we talk so much of re-discovering and re-inventing British national identity, it is good to be reminded of brave and original characters of British eccentrics who are the salt of this land’s earth.

Battle of Verse at the Eccentric Club (26th March 2009)


26th of March 2009 at 19:31
(The Arts Club, 40 Dover Street, Mayfair; nearest tube: Green Park)

We call you, Mighty Knights of Verse!
To cross your pens and show your force
With words of wisdom - so diverse,

That sometimes wisdom looks adverse!..

Use allegories – but with care!
Use rhymes – so rivals would despair

And being lost for words, they’d glare
How you will win with grace and flair!


A festival of eccentric (and not so eccentric) poetry - featuring some cutting-edge contemporary verse vs lyric recollections from dusty archival drawers of the authors and publishers, and incorporating the election of The Grand Master of Verse of The Eccentric Club.

Though the event is limited to members, their invited guests and members of friendly and reciprocal clubs, all attendees are welcome to volunteer taking the part in this spectacular tournament! Just let us know in advance of your intentions to fence with words and rhymes on the evening, and we'll make sure you are expected.

We will consider late additions to the list of participants until the 21st of March, so if you enjoy playing with words, if you do write or have ever written anything which in anyone's opinion may amount to being a poetry, raise your pen, wave your manuscript and win your trophy!

Please note that a small fee towards our administration costs will be collected - £15 per person.

Please contact the Club Secretary with all enquiries.

Revival of Friday the 13th Dinner was a success















On Friday, the 13th of March at 13 minutes past 7pm The Eccentric Club officially revived an old tradition of its Annual 'Friday the 13th' Dinners.



















It is believed that the tradition originates in some themed dinners of the Society of Eccentrics of London held in 1780s-1800. Abandoned for some while, it was revived by the American Thirteen Club in 1880 and came back to England to the Club of the same name, many members of which became later members of the Eccentric Club.

'Friday the 13th' dinners were held until the late 1930s, but after the WWII they weren't held as often, so this year's Dinner held at the Arts Club in Dover Street, Mayfair, was a spectacular revival of one of the oldest traditions of one of the oldest London's clubs, albeit, the club itself was re-launched last August after more than twenty years of non-existence.

Everyone present, including the journalists, considered the event a success.

Photographs above: Eccentric Club 'Friday the 13th' Dinner in 1936; Photographs from 'Friday the 13th' Dinner Revival (by David Straker), 13th of March 2009.

Saturday, 7 March 2009

Friday the 13th Dinner in Mayfair

After a few decades of giving it a miss, the Eccentric Club members are gathering on 13th of March at 13 minutes past 7 for their traditional ceremonial “Friday the 13th” Dinner.

Allegedly, the tradition goes back to 1780s, when members of the ‘Society of Eccentrics’ ridiculed superstitions by dining surrounded by bad omens. Abandoned, it was revived in 1880s by The Thirteen Club, famous both in Britain and the US, many members of which later joined the Eccentric Club and made it an important annual event in the club’s calendar.

Members of the club argue that ‘it’s all in our minds’, that they are bad-luck immune simply due to their lack of belief into any effect of opening umbrellas indoors, walking under ladders, black cats and number 13 on their lives and business. Instead, they intend to turn it into a ‘good luck raising event’ and plan to raise some funds for their recently re-established club and public awareness about its comeback.

So, if you dare, do come and join the eccentric lot! Be ready to meet your Fortune, to enter the realm of magic... and its revelation. Be brave, be bold, be yourself for one night!

Tickets can be booked in a number of ways, including the online booking below. Price includes the welcome drink on your arrival, dinner served in backwards order, eccentric entertainment, insurance from bad luck, half a bottle of wine per person and a refreshing tea or coffee before you leave. Dare to come and find out what else is on the menu...

Members and their guests - £50.00
Non-Members - £65.00

Venue:

The Arts Club
40 Dover Street
Mayfair
London
W1S 4NP

(nearest tube: Green Park)