We did have grand plans about questionnaires, committees, admittance panels and examinations, but they sort of fell by the wayside as we are a very serious book club. All that stuff is far too airy fairy for the likes of us.
We could only really use one surefire method to establish whether nominated individuals should be invited to join our mêlée: would they return?
Despite our penchant for a) senility, b) going off on tangents, c) scoffing the host's food and wine, and d) laughing at inappropriate comments, we have very high standards:
- read
- discuss
- eat
- drink
- eat more
- drink more (unless driving)
- discuss other things
- return to discussing book(s)
- ooh look more food
- top up? yes please
- what book?
- who?
- sorry what are we talking about now?
- bwahahahahahaha
- oh yum dessert too
- wassertime?
- who is hosting next
- can we have a short book please
- must go to the loo before heading home
You get the picture. It is exhausting stuff. And cerebral, that goes without saying.
So we issued invitations.
And waited with baited breath (well, not quite, but anyway) to see whether they would meet our exacting criteria.
*cue momentous pause*
I am delighted to announce that we have not one but two new Kevinettes: Tough Mudda and La Diplomat. Of course not their real names, but appropriate.
You have to be willing to be parodied to join our lot.
Of course, we haven't told them that yet.
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