The life of Austen

After having read an article in the Herald Tribune the other day about a private members-only 'club', whereby the only way of becoming a member is to be invited by someone who already is, I found it rather strange that we were not already members as we most certainly have all the right connections and are particularly elegant, sophisticated etc etc(without blowing our own trumpets, but when one observes the low-life, tracksuit-wearing, backslang-speaking car door kickers it is evident that we are members of a certain elite). Maybe someone we know who is a member will see this entry, we'll buy them a few drinks in the Hemingway bar where we shall see are good old friend Colin(who we haven't seen for ages and feel a little ashamed about it) and get invited so that we, too may share our well-connected Concierge skills in the type of society which we strive to uphold.