There's a kind of hush. All over the world. Tonight. All over the world. People just like you and me are waiting to find out if they've made it into the prestigious Club Beer Hall Of Fame. And the answer is: no, shouldn't think so. Because not any old charity case with a limp and a handkerchief of tears qualifies for this mother, no sirree. This ain't no Mirror cash-in special. This is a rare celebration of those qualities that people are almost too scared to show these days: stubbornness to the point of stupidity, a pointless pride in the slapdash and slobbish, the ability to obsess on the utterly inconsequential, and a subtle blend of forgetfulness, laziness and general apathy. It seems to us that folk are far too busy caring about stuff in 2000 and not enough time is spent slumped on the sofa, eating crisps, drinking beer and watching endless reruns of "Top Of The Pops 2", as written and presented by Steve Wright.

But fear not friends, for help is at hand. We've spent the last quarter of an hour tirelessly searching for those oh-so-extraordinary individuals who've given up everything in the pursuit of the perfect moment's rest. And it's our proud duty to present our findings to you, the people who matter the most. Click on one of the links below and you'll be transported to world where only the men and women of adventure and vision survive, a world where brave new discoveries are accompanied by piss-ups of epic proportions, a world where the hangover does not exist and fear is a thing of the past. Venture onwards, brave beer-worshippers. Stride forth. Make merry. And bow down. These are the true heroes of the hour. The rest is just conversation.