Most of the world drinks booze to some degree. The French drink wine, the Spanish drink Sangria, and the British drink wine, Sangria, whiskey, port, brandy, bitter, vodka - pretty much everything. I could give you some spiel about it lubricating the tongue and opening up stale debate but really it's just about us not wanting to be aware of rent, tax and One Direction.
Here in Britain, we love drinking to such an extent that we celebrate drinking by drinking before drinking itself.
Pre-drinks are both vital and hilarious. It separates the men from the boys ahead of the 'night'. And it can usually be structured - or justified - by drinking games.
One of the best is Cards Against Humanity, the game in which the objective is to be as offensive or absurd as possible. In this day and age, a celebration of crude humour is something in itself.
The premise, for anyone who doesn't know, is quite simple: originally, each player will pick 10 white cards each. A random player will begin as the 'card czar' and draws a black card. They will then read the question out loud. It's up to each player to choose one of their white cards to answer it.
The czar will take the answers, shuffle them about and read them back to the players. The one which draws the biggest laugh or recoil wins.
The czar position moves on, and the game ends until a player gains a certain amount of black cards and/or the taxis turn up.
Now, I've got the basics out of the way I can tell you that there exists a hidden card within the box itself. Well, the Bigger, Blacker edition.