Oh dear
James_Tiger_Woods post reminds me of a similarly embarrassing event.

The company where I'm contracting had a first birthday party, at the Natural History Museum. All the booze and food laid on, so no need to spend a cent. So quite why colleagues and I decided we needed to go to a nearby bar for happy hour I'm still unclear. Amyway, I stagger out of the bar and catch a taxi to the museum. I wander in and at the reception they are handing out glasses of Champagne, I grab a glass and carry on round the exhibits in the reception area, taking every top-up opportunity when champagne bearing waiters pass by. After about 15mins I feel the need for an oily. Smoking is only allowed in one area downstairs, so off I pop, returning through the reception area on my way back upstairs, collecting more champagne on the way.

Shortly we go in to be seated for dinner where there are wines for each of the four courses with waiters enthusiastically filling glasses everytime someone takes so much as a sip.

So, where did I go too far?
The foul mouthed limerick I wrote for the murder mystery players that they refused to read out? Perhaps
The loud and offensive heckling of said murder mystery'ers? Maybe
The sparking up of a very large Cuban cigar in the middle of the Earth Galleries? Quite possibly
Or could it have been the wandering over to a nearby table of senior managers and proceeding to tell them how I "F*ckin' hate everyone I work with" and that the managers "Are all a bunch of c*nts". Hmmm, let me think.

I'd like to thank the security guard who advised me to leave for saving any chance of further work at this company, a few minutes more and I don't know what I'd have done :(
(lardyboy Next stop, Fissplap Central, Tue 14 Nov 2006, 14:13, Reply)