Two Mornings After ...

So today at work was unsurprisingly dominated by talk of Friday night's exploits at the Christmas party. There were many stars, but for me the following were the winners:

3. Neil deciding that the best way to take a photograph was by lying down on his back. It wasn't. Someone tripped over him; he lost his hold on the camera, which now won't turn on as a result. Genius.

2. Nimesh - having already been sick after starting off drinking way too fast - spent the past hour going around the dance area insistently telling me people were drunk and that they needed help. Yes, they were. But that's what happens when people drink. When asked what he was doing, he was "looking out for IT Projects". Fantastic.

1. Apparantly Neil thought the best way home after the party - and consequently stopping by Mark Stevenson's for a few nightcap - would be to walk (note this is now 6am or so). He got to Kingston and fell asleep on a park bench. Unparalleled.

This is all more reason for vindicating the decision to remain sober. One, this doesn't happen to me. Two, I can remember this all to impressive detail which noone else can. This gives me fabulous comedy probably until the end of the year now!