As we grow older nostalgia plays a big part in one's life. When a friend to many people who's nickname is Clubber decides his nickname isn't relevant anymore and he wants to be called by his first name Mark. Its like losing a friend tragically and him getting replaced by someone new...called Mark. Clubber has achieved so much when Mark hasn't. His friends are in turmoil and desperate to save the name Clubber. We all have friends that we call by their nicknames and it sounds bloody weird calling them by their real name. Irish Stew becomes Stuart. Wello becomes Paul. Barks becomes Ian. The list is endless and we must do all we can to save the name "CLUBBER"