CANCER
Tonight, just as you are about to finish off your ninth gin-tonic, the man or woman of your life will come into the bar. Just as that special person -so desired and longed for- steps past you, you will have already turned to the barman to order that tenth gin-tonic. That new record of ten drinks will be suddenly celebrated in an improvised way by your mates who will catch you by the crotch and hoist you up on their shoulders. The large fan hanging from the ceiling will smash your teeth in.