DrinksTag is one of those select organisations that was so much fun in Frankfurt that when some members were forcibly repatriated to the City of London, they continued the tradition there (Drinkstaggers in eXile) where it continues. Coordination was via an email list drinkstag on www.topica.com.
Unfortunately after the last Mr DT relocated, nobody seems to want to carry on the tradition. All you have to do is to grab some colleagues and head for a bar. Later, when the numbers increase you may want to tip off others so they can join you and warn the drinking hole first. A former Mr DT, Mr Gary Haran Doyle penned this piece to inspire people to take up the challenge. He is in Zurich and Mondays to Fridays, I am in Munich so we are both out of the picture.
"The Title of Mr DT was successfully handed from man to man for about ten years. A Mr DT was able to stand proud whilst all around him raged rain, cloud, thunder and gossip. He was able to lead his people like Moses from one drinking hole to another without thought of both his own pocket or his partner / partners. Work the following day was of no consequence to a Mr DT. He proudly projected his chest and stepped forwards to the bar welcoming old and young, new and experienced people alike into the bosom that was DT. His task was by no means thankless either, for upon Mr DT is bestowed the hushed tones of "that's Mr DT" and reverence would follow. This walking tomb of knowledge was able to glide knowingly into and out of conversations, sometimes holding three score at once. Always knowledgeable about the gossip in the group (often starting it) and standing up to locals, bar staff and defending the honour of the groups wimmin. It was a glorious role and one which mortals could never hope to take on without first surviving the "three trials of Frankfurt". That of drinking, dancing and kebabing. The drinking obviously a pre-requisite but remaining sober enough to sort out the bar bill at the end of the night, the dancing to whisk ladies (or bar staff) around in a tightly confined area whilst making everyone non-DT jealous and the kebabing, that sacred act of having not only a kebab on the way home, but also on the way to work on Wednesday morning. There, is the might of Mr DT - the ability to do all these things.
Alternatively dropping your keks in public will suffice.
I was once sent this:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on tequila,
If you can trust yourself when bar staff doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait for service and not be tired by waiting,
And look good, and talk wise after 10 hefe:
If you can drink vodka redbull - and not make V&R your master,
If you can oggle - and not make sha*ging your aim;
If you can host a Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the crap you've spoken last week,
Twisted by knaves and doubters,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, [Drinkstag?]
If you can make one heap of all your savings
And put it all to pay someone else's tab,
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To protect those ladies whom the beer has proved to much,
And they hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all drinkstaggers count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the awful silence of a minute
With sixty seconds' worth of witty repartee,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be Mr DT, my son!
You'll be Mr DT."
If any of that inspires, go over to the email list on www.topica.com and select to join drinkstag.
