Variety is the spice of life
once had a work colleague who’d migrated from ‘oop north’ and couldn’t get his head round the way our middle-class city had a thriving Conservative Working Men’s Club. “Surely a working man is bound to vote Labour?” he’d say, “So why don’t they go to the Socialist Club?” He’d have been even more confused if he’d realised there was also a flourishing Cyclist’s Club, most of whose members hadn’t straddled a bicycle since penny-farthings were in vogue. The mistake he’d made was
