Showing posts with label flagstaff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flagstaff. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

BIG BAD BOYS AND THE LONGEST OF LUNCHES

Well bugger me, Just when when we thought one of the oldest men only lunch clubs in New Zealand had finally folded, its rises like the piss fairy from the bottle of sparkling Aussie shiraz .

Flagstaff, as we have blogged about before is one of the great Wellington institutions. A big boys pissy eyed long lunch with a ripper of a speaker. The membership is august and often international, the tone is definitely low in a high brow sort of way, and stories of big sessions are legend.

Anyway they are back, armed with speedy wheel chairs and zimmer frames, the baddest old bastards in Wellington are going to have a couple more lingering lunches.

Good on them we say . "Hip, hip" or should we say "hick hick" and all that.

FlagstaffNewsflash tina

Wednesday, 14 January 2009

Friday, 28 November 2008

DEMISE OF FLAGSTAFF- THE BOYS OWN CLUB


This in from SPAZ


Today sees the demise of a Wellington institution, the Flagstaff Club. The club was formed as the Capital’s monthly lunch venue and put up the closed sign today after thirty years of serious eating and drinking.

The club was born at the St George Hotel, gaining its name from the Flagstaff hill on which the hotel stands. The luncheons originally offered a general speaking forum, but as members’ preferences were focused on sporting personalities, the focus moved there.

Speakers included: Colin Meads, Buck Shelford, Graham Lowe, Dick Taylor and club members Keith Quinn and Earl Kirton.

Special guest today is the original St George proprietor, Jack Cooper, who has made the trip from the Cook Islands where he is best known as Trader Jack.



It was also the only club that managed to keep the faith. It never ever allowed women members. We thought that was bloody cool. Trader Jack will be a great speaker - we had lunch with him yesterday - He's a good bastard and he has some amazing stories to tell for a boy who came from Island Bay.
But from time to time in that wonderful tax haven he calls home he does keep some interesting company. BB