I've always found my work nights out to be alright. I've always worked in construction so there seems to be a bit less BS than in other industries. Can't imagine what a normal office environment is like.
No ta. Construction is brutal, you're not allowed to get offended etc. it's great.Not normal.
There's always a hand full of people who decide to go into town after the main do has finished. Back at work on the Monday and people ask them what they got up to. The reply is usually a tap of the nose followed by 'What happens in Vegas...'
Option 7 for me please, with a side order of 'what happens at the works do etc'Is there anything more depressing ? Let's go through the likely scenarios.
Option 1 : pick a place which plays music so loud it would put to shame the opening hour of the Battle of the Somme.
Option 2 : arrogant 18yr old barmen who have only eyes for some prepubescent, high pitched, bottle blonde, blotchy thighed, giggling, vacuous female.
Option 3 : Have a wide variety of cocktails (with particularly unsubtle names which suggest congress, but not in the marriage bed) consisting a wide variety of primary colours.
Option 4 : Scan the bar with, more hope than expectation, and, at last find something you can drink, Guinness.
Option 5 : go to a bar and drink Guinness that makes a myth of global and pay £4.50 for the privilege.
Option 6 : Ask the 'barman' what whiskies they have, Bells.
Option 7 : grin and bear it and get as drunk as quickly as possible.
Option 8 : make arguments more forcibly next time, and, for seeing Christmas dos coming up, tell people I've only got one week to live so can't make it.
There were compensations. Mainly getting drunk and, missing the match and to come, the Ashes.
Whoever thought of drinking with a group of people with whom you have absolutely nothing in common, in a place were you would normally avoid like the plague I would like to send a strongly worded letter setting the above objections.
Happy Christmas.
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...mrs degsy, 'what are you laughing at ya daft arl bu'I relate to the post a bit earlier regarding the events becoming a lot more sedate.
I yearn for the type of gathering, where after a few festive tipples, tacky presents were exchanged. One in particular standing out, when my mate laid a log into a plastic water cup. He then wrapped cling film around it to contain the stench, before adorning it with Christmas wrapping paper and far too much sellotape. The recipient for whom the present was intended had no fingernails due to him biting them so the only way he could open it in the crowded bar was by ripping the top off with his teeth.
Cue mayhem, a mass brawl and at least two attendees at Chester Royal Infirmary.
Hope you were firstWe hosted one once for our customers and their staff.
A few days later I had to convince the MD of one customer that his PA/squeeze hadnt been nailed by at least 2 of the other attendees.
Straight. Bat.
nothing then..