And the beat goes on..

Although this title refers to last nights Xmas party, could anybody please tell me who that song title is by? It used to be played on MTV ads. Oliver and I used to think it was Fetish, but I don’t think it is anymore.

Back to last night, the party started off really well. I wore my £80 shirt (and no I'm not stupid enough to spend that amount of money on a shirt, it was a gift), which looked really good, my good pinstripe suit, forgot to polish my shoes and had to wear cufflinks (which I kept looking at like in the way that a baby is amused with a ballon) for the first time in my life, the damn shirt doesnt have buttons on the sleeve!

I went with two self proclaimed “Glamour Grannies”, and I cant really disagree with them, they looked quite posh, and I had no say in the matter of posing as their ‘toy boy’ for the night. This was however quickly forgotten by them when we got to the party and I disappeared into the vast masses of unfamiliar faces. I managed to find some people I knew quite quickly, one of the advantages of working in the 'post room'.

Upon walking in all I could see were waiters with champagne on their trays, not quite me I was thinking, and after asking around I noticed that one of the HOD’s was holding a Carlsberg ,you can imagine how my face lit up. Without delay the words ‘Where’d that come from?’ jumped out of my mouth, and from that moment on there was always a cold beer in my hand for the rest of night. Kronenberg would have been better, but when the beer is free who can complain?

Now even though yesterdays blog said that I wouldn’t be indulging in the free booze, my hands were to strong to fight off, and I ‘reluctantly’ (please note sarcasm) gave in.
It was a good thing that I didn’t pass the opportunity up as after a good few beers I was still standing, and not near the drunken state that I would normally get into at my ‘braais’ as we so fondly called them.

I think Carlsberg have managed to produce low alcohol or alcohol free beer especially for office Christmas parties. Although there was one man running around with gold ribbon wrapped around himself doing ‘Freddie Mercury live’ impersonations, maybe he was drinking the champagne though.

Halfway through the night, someone pointed out that there were ‘dodgems’ upstairs, now I know them as bumper cars, but who cares when they’re there and grown up office professionals are running around like little kids at a funfair. It was brilliant, I havent been on those things in ages and they were even more fun than I remembered.

Bottom line, food was good, band was ok, beer was brilliant, dodgems were fun, lots of pretty woman to look at, and no drunken/embarrassing moments on my part, so the night was really really fun.