A couple of years ago we got our three regional offices/yards together (Glasgow, Manchester and West Thurrock) to try and foster a bit of team spirit as up until then they all moaned about each other. It was in the Bolton at Reebok Stadium’s corporate hospitality.
The Glasgow lot were a bit boistrous early on (heckling Director’s during speeches, etc) but weren’t much hassle as they had got pished so early on the bus down they were pretty subdued by the evening.
There was niggle from the moment their eyes met between the Mancs and Essex Boys; culminating in the manager from darn sarf (an ex-Royal Marine PT Instructor) trying to fight the Northerner yard man who was a bare knuckle boxer. It was a comedy scene with about 5 folk hanging on each of their arms as they punched each other really slowly. Luckily the MD (68 year old fella) defused the situation by pouring a pint over a bouncer’s head. Then one of the lads shat himself in one of the corporate lounges.
The next day was Christmas Eve, and when I left there were about 10 folk from different ends of the country staggering about an empty, rainswept car-park. Busses long gone.
Ah; Christmas parties…