Posh

I’ve got a new law for you mate, it’s called survival of the fittest, it’s called fuck you we’re the Riot Club.
In an oak-panelled room in Oxford, ten young bloods with cut-glass vowels and deep pockets are meeting, intent on restoring their right to rule. Members of an elite student dining society, the boys are bunkering down for a wild night of debauchery, decadence and bloody good wine. But this isn’t the last huzzah: they’re planning a takeover. Welcome to the Riot Club.
Laura Wade's depiction of wealth and privilege is savagely funny – Time Out London
Disgracefully entertaining… there is much fun to be had at the expense of these posh characters as they bicker, get wasted and lament the awfulness of the working classes. **** – The Telegraph
Wade deftly skewers the sense of entitlement that swirls like a sickly perfume around a certain kind of upper-class thug. Her characters seem to have everything, yet whinge relentlessly… Posh combines twisted humour with ripe excess and a cruelly precise topicality. For many it will leave a bitter taste in the mouth. But, as the characters say with lip-smacking approval, it’s savage. **** –London Evening Standard
Wade has grasped a fundamental truth about British life… Her chief target is not just privileged toffs but the cosy network that really runs Britain… But, while Wade's play reminds us that many of the upper-class continue to enjoy the sound of broken glass, its success lies in harpooning the way power operates through a succession of nods and winks in our supposedly open, egalitarian society. **** –The Guardian