Those of you who still think the world is
biased against women, take a trip back in time with me two hundred years, to
the Regency period where I spend an awful lot of my fictional time.
Readers of regency romance can’t help being
aware that the gentlemen’s clubs were enthusiastically patronised by the elite
in society. The represented a female-free haven from the stresses and strains
of the social season, an environment in which a little male bonding went a long
way. Each club epitomised common interests – political, artistic, sporting and
military, for example. They were exclusive, sophisticated and steeped in
tradition. Most were a collection of several rooms that afforded their members
elegant dining, plenty of space to relax and, most importantly of all,
gambling—the scourge of the Regency age and beyond.
The most famous club of all is White’s. It
started life in 1693 as a public coffee house but after being burned down in
1753, it moved to St. James Street, where it still exists today. Beau Brummel
immortalised the place when he sat in the famous bow-windows and passed
judgement on the fashion sense of the passing gentry.
Boodles established itself as a political
club but Brooks was far more popular during the Regency years since it was best
known for its gambling. Charles Fox is reputed to have played for twenty-two
hours straight, losing 11,000 guineas – a fortune. Overcome by debt, he was
apparently so popular that his fellow members helped him out.
It’s a testament to the bond between
members that even as recently as 1973, when Lord Lucan allegedly killed his children’s
nanny in mistake for his wife, the members of his elite gaming club closed
ranks to shield him from the full force of the law. Perhaps they succeeded
because he’d never been seen since. Well, not officially anyway.
Wendy
5 comments:
Love this look at history, Wendy! Thanks. :)
I love this, Wendy. Let's hear it for the girls! We've come a long way. :)
Thanks for the glimpse into the past, Wendy. Fascinating.
Now men hang out at the gym and pick up weights and admire each other, while secretly wishing each other fails. At least that hasn't changed. :)
Alas, it's still a man's world. I don't think I stand a chance of coaching the Buccaneers, although I'd do a damn better job at it than any of the men of late.
Istill want to know what happened to Lord Lucan!
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