Surely a game we could all play (or perhaps did once upon a time but no longer)---from http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/men/article6937491.ece

One thing I shall miss now that I’ve decided radically to reduce my drinking is what I like to call Drunk Island Discs. These are the songs I play on my CD player and/or Apple Mac when I’ve had a few in my office-shed at home, too many to do any more work or read, not yet enough to feel the need to go inside and catch a late-night Jason Statham movie. One of my guilty pleasures, late-night Jason Statham movies.

The basic premise of Drunk Island Discs is I’m on an island, I have to choose some records to play, and I’m pissed. On big marquee occasions, I like to intersperse the tracks by narrating both sides of an interview with an imaginary Kirsty Young.

... Three tracks in and we still haven’t advanced beyond 1980. And we still haven’t, because now it’s time to take the tempo down a little, ladies and gentlemen, all the way down, down to the depths of despair, with the Joy Division classic Atmosphere, a song that can never be mentioned unless the adjective “haunting” is in very close proximity.

I might follow this with Love Will Tear Us Apart, tell Kirsty I refuse to choose between the two, simply must take them both to Drunk Island. “But you’ve got to decide,” says Kirsty, flirty, mock-stern. I ignore her, pour another drink, lose myself in nostalgic adolescent self-pity. Kirsty tries to butt in. I tell her to shut up.

Who's for a round ?