HOW THE STORY BEGAN....
‘I say, they’re jolly small. You chappies should start a club, you know.’
Legend has it, as scribed in every edition of the Society’s bi-annual publication, that these were the words spoken by Lord Harby in 1823.
‘At the time,’ the committee chairman told me when I applied for membership, ‘he was studying the models of five architects who were vying for the design and building contract for his new stately pile. He kept the models and designed the family home himself.’
‘In high dudgeon,’ the society secretary continued, ‘the architects conferred, sued him for the return of their models, and began the society, The Jolly Small Club.’
‘And still we thrive. In keeping with the original self-imposed rules, all models must be a) a building, and b) less than a foot across.’
‘Your submission,’ they jointly sniffed, ‘is, er, adequate to gain you membership.’
‘Barely…’
‘You’ll improve.’
And thus I was welcomed in to The Jolly Small Club...
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