welcome to clacton railway social club. this through here is our office.s...this is alan's filing system, not mine. it's my idea of hell, so... ..i try not to be in here too much! how would i describe the club? it's unique. um... 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? well, they were wearing overalls. none of our committee get paid whatsoever. it is all voluntary. not bingo, no. i think it's a boring game. i started four years ago to help them out. i'm still doing it. alan, he 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 £1.50 books, and it's annoying! we have pam pink, who is a trustee of the club. she's in charge of the bingo and the raffle, and no—one gets through that door without being sold a raffle ticket. any more raffle tickets? going