Pot-Shots by Ashleigh Brilliant for August 18, 2022

I was diagnosed with antisocial behaviour disorder, so I joined a support group.

We never meet.

I belong to such a club. I’m the only member.

I wouldn’t belong to any club that would have me as a member. I have my standards.

In “The Greek Interpreter”, Sherlock Holmes takes Watson to meet Mycroft at the Diogenes Club. Its members are the most unclubbable men in London, who come for the creature comforts but never socialize or even speak to one another. In the movie “The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes”, Billy Wilder presents the club as a semi-secret branch of British Intelligence.

I think they suffer enough without clubbing them.

There was. Nobody came. They closed.

It seems that even ‘anti-social’ groups have rules amongst themselves.

it’s called a bat, not a club