well, it's that time of year again.
forced jollity, free alcohol and the inevitable 45 year old middle manager breaking out the dad moves on the dance floor.
do you despise them or embrace them? my work do is tonight. around a thousand people who never socialise at any other point during the calendar year, thrown together in some nondescript City function room.
i really can't be arsed, but no doubt will end up tapping up the free bar then bending the ear of some senior editor late doors and thoroughly regretting it tomorrow morning.