Actually, I feel for the poor sod who had to write that blurb.
I imagine he or she was probably sobbing softly into their glass of wine, despairing at the fact that they could have had a great career in copywriting but had been reduced to this due to an unfortunate incident with the bosses wife / husband.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 9 Nov 2011, 10:11, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

...at the previous years's Xmas party.
With Joe Pasquale and a live PA by Dollar.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 9 Nov 2011, 10:13, Reply)

Thank you, you've just ruined my brain for me.
You bastard.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 9 Nov 2011, 10:15, Reply)

ha ha ha

( Fucking hell Jeff I am not a robot, Wed 9 Nov 2011, 10:19, Reply)

On thinking about it, my last place threw a Christmas party at the Gateshead Hilton.
This included 'live' entertainment after the meal, supposedly a band. What we got instead was a dayglo, four piece, two boy-two girl X Factor reject act who proceeded to mime and jiggle to backing tracks. I think most people got up and left at that point.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Wed 9 Nov 2011, 10:19, Reply)

Oh, you absolute shitweasel
I'm going to have to order more mindbleach.
( the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Wed 9 Nov 2011, 10:19, Reply)