Losing control? Increasingly debased? Could've been a contender? Post-millenium blues or simply life not giving you what you want? Santa bring you dick? Wanna get drunk and bring a chair down hard right across your anger management counsellor's head? Why keep bare-knuckle combat to seedy basements when London has so many fashionable restaurants and bars?

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Simply spit your malice all over our state-of-the-art database and let it estimate your rage level** accordingly. Then match you with an equally disgruntled stranger. Follow it up with a rendezvous at the Sanderson bar, the Institute of Contemporary Arts or one of the capitals top gastropubs. Come recognisable with a black carnation, a bike chain and a twenty pound builder's mallet.

** Rage Levels: 1. I openly mutter and sneer in public. Love sucks. 2. Human beings spoil an otherwise pleasant planet. 3. I am deeply, intrinsicly jaded to the bone - to a point of no return. 4. I write and record "eclectic" "psychological" "pop"

"Apparently, right, the basic unit of contemporary culture is not the idea but the analysis of and extension of sensations. That's why I just booted you in the nuts."

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