Tesco Pimps

Yesterday was our office Xmas party: forties themed, we started off at The Tate Modern, before dinner at The Pigalle Club in Piccadilly.
Events kicked off at 2pm with the giving of the Secret Santa gifts; I got a ‘beer belt’ - a belt with an integrated bottle opener - which is suprisingly useful and not at all like the usual piece of badly-thought out tat that I usually get (not that I’m an ingrate, you understand)… By 4pm we had all gathered outside for a private tour bus trip to The Tate Modern where we drank lots of mulled wine and took part in a treasure-hunt style quiz which involved roaming the gallery looking for answers to an overly long and difficult quiz. The quiz was eventually won by a team who just made their way to the information desk and harangued a member of staff for answers. Boo, hiss.
Some time later, we boarded the tour bus once again for the journey to The Pigalle nightclub in Piccadilly - pausing en route to stock up on more gin to secrete about our persons lest the ‘half bottle of wine per person’ quota proved insufficient and the bar drinks too expensive.

Inside, the cava was flowing freely and once seated, the wine too. Of course, a couple of ’spare’ bottles of red also found their way beneath our table - just in case…
Food was very good and my pumpkin soup and pea/asparagus risotto very tasty; although I did have some reservations about being seated beside someone eating foie gras and discovering that everyone on my table was pro-hunting. Luckily diplomacy won the day when I asked if we could change the subject…
After dinner (actually before it ended) most people moved into the bar area and drinking (and dancing) and inter-office flirting proper began. Unfortunately, no gossip to report other than D. pulling a Norwegian bunny boiler who tended to get violent with anyone who knocked her back. A very good night came to an end around 3am.