The Men's Room
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Every Tuesday, 25 tattooed, middle-aged men meet for beer, bad jokes and dirty rock songs. Behind closed doors and in a female-free zone, they let off steam. Brotherhood means a lot to them. They have promised to sing at each other’s funerals - it’s a joke, they haven’t given mortality a second thought. But then one of them confides that he’s incurably ill and they realise that life is fragile and none of them is immortal.