We haven't had a works do for about ten years because everyone hates them.
The last one was in a subterranean bar/restaurant in Fulham. I got enthusiastically stuck into the MDs during the pre-dinner drinks and then pushed my starter around my plate for 5 minutes, made up a lie about DJing committments and went out on the rampage. I was gone by about 8:45.

Alt: Puerto Banus, from experience.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 15:57, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

It's excellent for taking up a Marina side bar seat and then watching the most appalling dickheads try to outdo each other in the beaker stakes

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:21, Reply)

I had to go there for a stag WEEK.
*shudders*
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:30, Reply)

Gutted
My folks have a villa on the other side of Marbella so I might go there for the odd day once in a blue moon, a week in such gaudiness is too much.
( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:35, Reply)

It was vile.
My 25 stone mate was approached by what was clearly a prostitute, but having drunk no less than about 20 pints plus loads of wine, he genuinely thought he was 'in there' until we explained the situation to him, bless him.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Thu 7 Apr 2011, 16:46, Reply)