PRIVILEGE DRINKS DEEP — AND THE WRECKAGE IS OURS TO WATCH.

A savage, darkly comic dissection of power, entitlement and the cost of rule.

Enter the Oak-panelled, tailcoat-clad enclosure of The Riot Club — ten polished undergraduates gathering for their quarterly feast in a country pub, convinced that birthright grants them dominion over all. Posh by Laura Wade (later adapted as The Riot Club on film) plunges into that one fateful night when entitlement, excess and secrecy collide.

As wine flows and inhibitions slip, the line between elite tradition and brute violence fades. What begins as ritualised revelry slides into entitlement unmasked — and the fallout is merciless. Wade’s writing crackles with witty cruelty and urgent clarity, exposing the social machinery behind the masks.