After hearing all about the reborn, centuries-old Eccentric Club and their traditional Friday the Thirteenth dinner last week in Mayfair, we simply had to ask to come along. We hope to be eccentric too someday, and besides, we can't resist tempting fate. Everybody lived to tell the tale and all told it was a fine gathering of some genuine idiosyncrats with a wanton disregard for superstition. Like ghosts, apparently, if you don't believe in ladders and spilled salt they can't hurt you.
We wish the Eccentrics all the best in reviving the spirit of a club gone by. See the website if you think you could be a candidate for membership — you know who you are.
