I have very fond memories of the Pavilion Club. Basically it was large wooden hut with some land attached to it. The price of the booze wasn't rip off prices. It was staffed by the members for free - who did a lot of the structural work, the painting and decorating and up-dating of it with some nice flock wallpaper. Everybody was sort of "family".
We had the patio outside. People sponsored a slab or a rose tree. I remember Stella, who was planting this memorial tree and she was that pissed on gin that she fell into the hole herself and the rose tree followed in after her.
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