Peer cautiously through the bars of the playpen and you will see it huddled up in the corner - a malformed, two year old club night rocking back n forth gently, quietly muttering something about marker pens under its warm, baked-beany breath.
That there is Doodle Club my friends, the bitter fruit of felt tip and paper's illicit union. Currently heavily sedated to stop it wrenching at the bars of its playpen, the Doodle Club online experience does in no way convey the true wonder and beauty of Doodle Club in the real world, wherein it cumbs to life and flexes its arty farty muscles for the assembled masses to stand back n marvel at, open-mouthed.
You cumb to Doodle Club and you will see. You will drink a drink. See yr friends. Make new ones.
And then, when you're ready, you will pick up a pen and doodle something really quite wonderfilicious.