Posh

-I-ve got a new law for you mate, it-s called survival of the fittest, it-s called fuck you we-re 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 isn-t the last huzzah: they-re planning a takeover. Welcome to the Riot Club.