Work Christmas do's......

[Buddy]

Made a tit of myself, again.

[The Amstor Computer]

C'mon, tell us how - did you admit to not watching any of the first series of Doctor Who?

;-)

[opaque]

I've just been copying the video of the party this afternoon :)
CBU X Factor was a great sucess.

[Richmond Clements]

Mine is next Friday, but I'm leaving afer the meal, so as to avoid making a fool of myself/ferrying drunk people between bars/seeing everyone fight with each other.

[monty--]

That's the POINT! Do's are to let your hair down and show everyone you're not this uppity person who sit's behind a desk or whatever. I absolutely loathe and despise people who talk about work at do's. Easy. Don't f****** go if you're going to do that.

[Dudley]

I'm looking forward to my works do.

Alone, in a room, with a bottle of cheap whisky.

[monty--]

I'd rather be alone in my room than with a load of tossers talking about work. Ah, it's just you and me now, bottle of Whiskey..

[Matt Timson]

Just like every other Friday night then, eh Duds?

;)

[Dudley]

Nah - usually it's a 2-litre plastic jug of sweet sherry (?2.95 down the local supermarket, or ?2.75 if you bring the jug back).

[Matt Timson]

I once remember 'celebrating' with a 3 litre bottle of 'Turbo Cider'.

It was fucking horrible.

[Queen Firey-Bou]

mine ( brigade ) was last night.

it was a bit crap in that the meal was at the hotel i work at, so i had to peel all the effing spuds & set tables & then go in today to tidy it up etc..

however it was great fun, food got thrown & the wrong partners were kissing people but this year it was all harmonious & group huggy bad behavior rather than the impending divorce hell of last year.

i also won a sack of potatoes in our raffle. oh yes, laugh gods of kharmic drudgery while you may !

i'd attach photos, but for some reason, theyre very blurry... shame as i'm sure a handsom man in a kilt kept exposing himself, as one does.

[The Enigmatic Dr X]

My work, for no obvious reason, has the do on a school night.

After my first one I made it in to work, but we were locked out (no one took their keys home!). I promptly passed out, scarring myself for life when my glasses cut me (through the eyebrow, thankfully)and then was taken to hospital.

Thankfully, a partner broke my fall.

[Trout]

Mine was yesterday, and was a Bloody Good Do.

As we're all night workers, for some reason the tradition is to make it an all-day piss-up.

We started with a splendid lunch (including delicious white chocolate cheesecake... mmmmmm...) and proceeded to get utterly pissed all day.

No-one really made a fool of themselves, although there's been some minor sniggering about how drunk various people were.

I was slavering a load of shite when the wife collected me at 11 o'clock, but I was a happy drunk.

It was all terribly friendly and good-natured, and VERY different from my previous experiences as a reporter!

I don't even have much of a hangover, having stuck to beer.

Cheers!

- Trout

[House of Usher]

GC and I went out on 2 works Christmas dos last week. The first was on Monday, and 16 of us went to an Italian restaurant, followed by a couple of bars. The idea after the first bar was to go to an eighties disco, but because two of the lads (yes, including GC) were wearing shitey trainers (I'm so ashamed...), we weren't allowed in, so they dragged us into somewhere really, really awful: a grab-a-granny pick-up joint that played only party music (Come On Eileen, I'm In The Mood For Dancing by the Nolan Sisters, Everybody Was Kung-Fu Fighting, It's Raining Men); a bit like a wedding reception with none of the atmosphere. The average age of the punters was 45, and there were 3 ugly blokes to every rough-looking woman. No-one embarrassed themselves, but aside from the company I came with I can't say I was really enjoying myself, being unable to engage the "this it's so shit it's actually quite good" mood.

Friday we went and had drinks for a mate passing his exam, before going to our big departmental Christmas party. That could have been worse. My main gripe was that the lager had entirely run out by 5 0'clock and I was reduced to drinking bitter - funnily enough, there were still about 20 cans of that left. The cider had all gone by the time I got there. I think the secretaries saw that lot off. If I got my fiver's worth, it wasn't through the amount of alcohol I managed to consume, that's for sure. Nor did I get my money's worth purely through seeing the most drunk and aggressive of the secretaries dancing on top of the furniture.

About 7pm everyone else went off to get food, and I met up with staff from Forbidden Planet and their mates and stayed in the pub with them until gone eleven, and heard some great stories.

[Bico]

I've just realised that even though it means having little or no cash, it's great being unemployed around christmas, as I don't have to listen to the same old bollocks for hours on end as my old boss gets drunk on two pints of shandy, then spends the rest of the evening dragging us around the pubs in the town that he has some sort of family or business interest in - tellingly, they're the biggest shiteholes in the town.
Mind you, that's always assuming it went ahead, as he usually tries to get the works do put back so it doesn't clash with his golf.  Last year, he kept putting it back until no-one could make it to the date he finally settled on.
This year, I will be giving my bollocks a nice long scrath, followed by a short snooze, and then I'll bugger off out to the pub with someone I can actually stand to be around for more than five minutes without having to pretend I'm drunk so I can call him a cunt to his face.