We don’t get cash, but we do get taken on an all-expenses Xmas do. Last year it was local enough for me to have returned home afterwards, but since a stay in a nice hotel was offered, I accepted.
You’d have to be an absolute idiot not to. It would be like saying, “I’ve busted a bollock for you again this year, but I’ll just take the £150 treat, rather than the £250 treat you’re offering.”
This year’s do was last Saturday. The problem with the all-expenses night out is that it encourages you to get your money’s worth, which is probably why I was in my hotel bed at 10.30pm last weekend, absolutely clattered. Everyone else stayed out until 4am. I assumed they’d played the long game whereas I’d opted for the Hungry Horace tactic, but it turned out that, no, they’re just better at drinking than me.