FLASH is back!

Lord Flash pushed open the heavy wooden doors. Dust and detritus showered him as, with a creak, they opened.
Stepping into the musty room, festooned with dust sheets and half lit through grubby windows, he stomped over to an old upright piano which he used as a leaning post.
'Damn those fellows' he roared 'look at the dashed awful state of the place.'
His companion stumbled blinking in the gloom almost falling over a pile of broken furniture.
'Do you think we can save the old place sir?' he practically wimpered.
'Save it....of course we can save it?' blustered Flashy 'More than that we can make it great again. Get the buffers in to tidy the place up, get a few good chaps to join the club and it'll be just like old times!'
'Erm...what about the name sir it's not er...really 'us' is it?'
Lord Flash blanched at this
'No it's not, damn their eyes! Just as well we contacted the best man at the Embassy, damn efficient chap!'
'Yes Sir...' agreed the stalwart companion '...i'll get the sign repainted straight away.'


Royal Flash is a team for those gentleman with a mind to play the game of GPRO but who also have a life outside of 'The Club'.

What we require from potential members.
A personal introduction by means of a PM
Supporter Status
Aged 22 years or over
Race every race
Be prepared to fully participate in pre/post race discussions and other such shenennigans.
Accept that mundane tasks will be carried out by the Team leader without the need for a vote.
Be a fully paid up member of the 'Naughty Hellfire Club'
( I lied about the Naughty Hellfire Club, although it might get you preferential treatment!)