Fight Club

Long term readers might recall that some time ago I read Fight Club and was distinctly unimpressed. The whole setup struck me as a bloody stupid and unconvincing idea, although I'm reliably informed by those who know that the film (which I've never seen) is a lot better than the book. The thing that the book gets wrong is, for my money, the idea that men will bond by socking each other on the nose a few times when the reality is that us boys tend to bond over a few drinks.
Now, it's been suggested that, as I am the soul of teetotal forbearance, ukmonty performs a sort of Tyler Durden function to me and it's noticable that we're never seen in the same room at the same time - whenever Monty comes round, my next memory is of waking up with a stinking hangover and the only possible explanation is if he is my evil twin.

But anyway, that aside I thought Fight Club was a bloody stupid idea, but I've come up with a much better way of allowing us chaps to bond togther:

Drink Club

1st RULE: You should not be able to talk about Drink Club.*
2nd RULE: You SHOULD NOT be able to talk about Drink Club.
3rd RULE: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, the drinking is over. Call an ambulance instead.
4th RULE: Only two guys at the bar.
5th RULE: One drink at a time.
6th RULE: No lager, no soft-drinks.
7th RULE: Drinking will go on as long as it has to.
8th RULE: If this is your first night at drink club, you HAVE to drink. You must also drink on all subsequent visits.

So. Who's in?


^{* "Well, there'sh thish clu...clu...club I go to, shee. An' it'sh...it'sh...oh, Jesush. You're my best pal, you know that? I love you.
"Anyway, whjat wash I shaying? Oh, Yeah, Cluub. Thingy. It'll come to me in a minute."}