It's been a little over a month since I joined my club, and I'm starting to feel like part of the furniture - certainly, I have my favourite spot in the Chelsea room (and it's fair to say I bristle a little if I see someone else in it) – and when I have occasion to do a little work I'm beginning to spot the regulars, and the staff I'm getting to know by name. It's a lovely feeling. I'm starting to feel like I belong. That sense of involvement is extending to the occasions, too, and as we enter December, the decorations are going up, the tree is looking resplendent. And, as the club prepares for the festivities, there are two people I'm keen to get to know. Members rarely meet those who are, perhaps, the sung heroes in the hospitality scene. These are team who deliver joy with the strike of silver on China, the sense of anticipation when you arrive for a meal, the unfurling of that napkin and the first glance of a menu. There's the front-of