Mate of mine (and my ex boss!) was a bit of a drinker.
Legendary Christmas do incidents include:
Betting the MD £50.00 he could beat him at pool, then, with the boss about to pot the black to win Paul dropped his trolleys and dangled his plumbs in the pocket whilst shouting ‘How’s that for a snooker?’.
Someone bet him that he couldn’t make a pass at every woman on the Christmas do. He did, including his bosses’ wife.
Was made to formally apologise to every female member of staff face to face and send a written apology to all the wives/girlfiends that he had ‘insulted’.
Same bloke used to get his parts out in nightclubs and wave them around when the strobes came on – his theory was that everyone was too busy looking at their own hands to bother with his own little display. He was right too, no one ever noticed. 😯
I’m not allowed to go drinking with him anymore, but did see him asleep on the roof of a corrugated iron bus-shelter in Middleton a year or so ago. Nice to know some things don’t change. 😀