Here's the report on my latest attempt to join an apparently civilized social club.
I won't give the name on this one, but it's mentioned on the previous page by redeyez if anyone is interested. Anyway, I hit them up on instagram (as they ask) and message them my wickr name. To cut a long story short I follow a series of messages explaining the terms and conditions and I'm really excited to see mention of a fair pricing policy for members, which seems to be a rarity amongst the clubs in London. So I'm eventually given the location, asked to bring photo ID and told to come along that evening to complete membership.
This is where it gets silly.....I get to the place (Won't go into many details) and I'm greeted by 3 blokes and a woman telling me there is nothing upstairs. One guy in particular looks like he's seen a ghost. The funny thing is from photos of the venue I've seen I can see they have an extensive exhaust system for the smell, but I'm standing here with 4 people lying to my face and it stinks of weed lol. I try to convince them I'm not a whatever they think I might be without actually saying it and it just falls on deaf ears.
Now here's he thing. I'm 44 years old and I admit that perhaps they are not used to what they might perceive as 'oldies', but do these people honestly believe if the police sent somebody to infiltrate (lol) their venture it would be a 44 year old slightly over weight man as opposed to some fresh dick straight outta police training school? Before I left my house on the journey to go there I mentioned to my Mrs how the place is most likely on the police radar already (They are called paid snitches and come in all shapes and sizes...and age...stretched ears and all) and the fact they are literally vetting people at the premises is utterly ridiculous in this respect. The next person they have walking around the streets looking for an obscure address with a passport and £200 might not take so kindly when they get treated like an fool once inside.
It's not the lie that's offensive....It's the insult to a persons intelligence and I'm sure there will be others that would spash the address around if they get the same treatment i did.
So that's 2 clubs I've tried. One with silly prices and the other is literally amateur hour by my experience. I don't take pleasure saying this because they obviously put a lot of effort into getting the place up and running. I won't be attempting to join any clubs again as I've got a flavour of what the UK scene entails and I'm left feeling that the best outcome for the UK is goverment backed sales. Yes we will be taxed heavely, but for me personally it's worth it to avoid having to sell your soul for a little bit of variety even though I would ultimately prefer to give my money to a working person. I mean do you have to be into rap music, be an ex-public schoolboy or have your ears stretched to be accepted lol.
EDIT: Just want to say the first club was charging £85 for their most expensive strain and that's for 3 grams. That's £680 (lol) an oz. Yes, i said 3 grams. The guy i spoke to mentioned when you become a member you can pick up a q for £100 and i believe he was keeping a straight face. This is after the £25 membership payment, which i didn't mind in the slightest. The lowest price was £60, again 3 grams.
I've seen today another club charges £20 memberhip fee (fine) and then has the nerve to hit members again for £10 each time they visit the lounge. A few members are up in arms on instagram saying the membership means nothing and what't the £20 fee for if you pay each visit.
The coffeeshop that fucked me about on the premises didn't answer my message for an explanation. It would have been nice to at least get a reply. I would love to be a fly on the wall if a (God forbid) disabled person shows up on the premises, especially if they happen to be 'old'

Insert something profound here...Errr, life's like my dealer. Never know what you're gonna get!