can't help but remember when I was working in a geotechnical consultancy in London. We used to go the pub every friday nights and some week nights too. Every time it ended back at the boss house or in a club. these nights were fuelled by alcohol and Class A usually.
one friday night back at the bosses' place, we ended up all striping stark naked and taking it in turn to run down his street carrying an umbrella.
Monday morning in the office we all carried on as usual.
ONe other night four of us (2 girls and 2 guys) ended up in an upmarket club in Coven garden. We ended piled up on a sofa, snogging each other in turns. got thrown out.
Ah, happy memories. I now live in France where the christmas party is a very posh meal with wine but saddly everyone is fairly well behaved.
Mrs Mugsy