welcome to clacton railway social club. this through here is our office.his is where all the magic happens and where me and alan spend most of our time. i apologise now for the filing system, but this is alan's filing system, not mine. this is probably the hub of the business behind the scenes. it's my idea of hell, so i try not to be in it too much. i've always referred to it very similar to peter kay's phoenix nights. just let me get this straight again. two lads walk in off the street and take the television - and you did nothing. we thought you'd arranged it. arranged what? they were wearing overalls. none of our committee get paid whatsoever. it is all voluntary. not bingo, no. i think it's boring. i started four years ago to help them out. i'm still doing it. alan is the key person in the club, i would say, next to my dad. his properjob is a driver, a taxi driver, but to me, he's taxi alan. most of them come up with £20 notes to buy £50 books. notes to buy £1.50 books. it's annoying. we have pam pink, who is a trustee of the club, she's in charge of