On the 7th day God created ... The Brotherhood.

Volume 1; Issue 1

Introductions for The Brotherhood are as hollow as goodbyes. Emotion is just a word used by the weak to analyse their weakness. So we'll keep it short. The Brotherhood has long operated underground; a discerning society reserved solely for those handpicked by its creators to forward the cause. The Brotherhood represents youth and young manhood (read: lad), debauchery and corporate social responsibility.

Our diverse backgrounds couldn't stop us bonding in our formative years, especially when faced with great challenges, such as that classic quandary: Gaffer tape or Sellotape when performing Edward Cider-hands?

The Brotherhood was conceived under the dark arches of a grand British University institution, Old Joe striking 12 times as secrecy was sworn with the laughing lady of the lawn keeping watch.

Unaccustomed as we are to the limelight, and bound by the vow of Specialis Sacramentum, it is only our greatest weaknesses - flattery and quality liquor - that has broken our vow of silence.

Engaging in gratuitous lash is not an entirely foreign concept to The Brotherhood. The art of social dynamism is our signature; charming, manipulating and swooning our way through the red rope of the City's best kept secrets is our pastime.

We invite you to join us on our journey of debauchery, adultery and gluttony. We have tasted our own medicine, and it is bitter, but best washed down by a double measure of Smirnoff Black, one of apple juice and a half of passion fruit.

The Brotherhood is not a shower of bankers, so you do the maths, but trust us (you wouldn't be the first) this isn't to be missed. Tune in and become privy to some of the most safely guarded social secrets of our century. We welcome you to the inner sanctum; there is only one way out.

C.SB (I)