Well it could have been a very jolly Christmas Eve indeed,but guess who decided to come into work to day with the sole purpose of stopping us from having a party in the office?
Happy Christmas everyone - see you in the New Year!
We work in a Library. In a University. If ever a place was going to be full of enchantment and wonder, with the potential to change not just the future of mankind but of the very universe itself, this would be it.
You'd think so, wouldn't you?
Still it can't be as bad as last year's party, which took place when the redundancies were first announced. Happy Party they called it. It wasn't. There were women crying in the chill-out corner, the dance floor was constructed of broken desk-tops (not that anyone felt like dancing), a fat bloke went round yelling at everyone, and for some reason we were given plasticene to play with. Therapy probably. Most of the plasticene ended up being modelled into genitals, with varying degrees of talent and success.
Sigh. Let's hark back to happier times. Only two years ago we had so many colleagues we could have a real party, with tinsel and music and party dresses, and people danced so hard their bosoms fell out.
Anyway, at that price it's unlikely that we will all be getting a copy in our Christmas Stockings this year. Santa's magic, but even he has his limits.
So if anyone would care to post a book review we would all be most grateful, or failing that I suppose you could resort to the DVD for a bit of festive family viewing.