Christmas parties are both fascinating and cringe-worthy in equal measure. It's easy to spot those people who frankly don't get out much and go a wee bit funny after a couple of drinks. Not surprising really, as I think there was a free bar that lasted for about 8 hours or something ridiculous. See? This is where those hours spent practising down the pub come in handy.
The usual Christmas party antics were all there: staggering, illict affairs, and the standard fisticuffs. And it's for the latter that I will always be enternally grateful to Graham Broomfield for. My only regret was that I wasn't there to see him give Richard Green what he deserved. I don't hate many people, but I do still hate that man. Yes, I am bitter.
