Christmas cringe
Talking about Christmas parties with people at work has just reminded me of one from a recent year (they all blur together in the end). After a fun night out in Leeds I managed to find a few people to share a taxi with, but our only option was to join the seemingly endless queue outside the railway station.

Being the gregarious type and (more importantly) full of free booze, I thought it would be a great idea to entertain the masses by trying to get everybody in the queue to sing The Twelve Days Of Christmas. Over, and over, and over again.

To be fair, maybe 20-30 people did enter into the spirit of it, but everybody else was probably thinking "what... a... twat". Which is exactly what I was thinking as I laid in bed the next morning.
(Vice Admiral Sir Charles Cockbrush KCB MBE DSO, who is finding it increasingly difficult to log into b3ta.com wants to duck your aunt and kick your puppy, Thu 4 Dec 2008, 10:30, Reply)