Posh

Ive got a new law for you mate, its called survival of the fittest, its called fuck you were the Riot Club. In an oak-panelled room in Oxford, ten young bloods with cut-glass vowels and deep pockets are meeting, intent on restoring their right to rule. Members of an elite student dining society, the boys are bunkering down for a wild night of debauchery, decadence and bloody good wine. But this isnt the last huzzah: theyre planning a takeover. Welcome to the Riot Club.