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Sunday, 12 December 2010

Work Christmas Parties (ii)












Oh what a night...

A champagne fuelled sleigh ride from Tunbridge Wells to an alpine apres ski party in Val de B' Attersea.

Slick and highly professional event management from start to finish: 8.00pm on the dot giant bells project onto the side wall of the bar area and begin to chime; the whole side wall rises up to reveal a massive dining area with walls and ceiling covered in twinkling, ever changing colour, lights. 1500-2000 people at tables around a central stage/dance floor area.
Fantastically choreographed dancing, acrobatics and performances before we eat and between courses. How do those girls lift their legs quite so high - and can men do it too? How did that guy get up the pole and hang there? Beautifully cooked food for that number of people served impeccably to each of us on the table with perfect timing. Great mix of music for everyone's tastes. Plus dodgem cars, casino and ice bar if you wanted it. And of course the great entertainment to be had from people watching. Enough alcohol to sink a battleship but no trouble - low key, but ever present, security guys gently diffusing any slightly over-enthusiastic punters with a lightness of touch.

And then driven to our doors by a minibus driver called James.

'Home James and don't spare the horses'.
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2 comments:

  1. Charlotte15 December 2010 at 06:55

    T’was a brilliant night indeed. My highlights as follows:
    - Our illustrious MD, (ie you) literally shaking her tail feather
    - Big fat drunk man toppling backwards on his chair
    - Giving it large on the dance floor with my splendid dancing partner MC
    - a girl with a table cloth on her head trying to line dance
    - A rather inebriated MM announcing in the mini bus on the way home that Malc was now an official 'willy'

    PS I'll forgive you for nicking my 'home james' gag, immitation greatest form of flattery etc!

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  2. Dave Wilson22 December 2010 at 07:30

    My highlight was to be our mini-bus being involved in trying to stop a runaway car travelling the wrong way on the A20 dual carriageway Although being told to get out the way by a frenzied policeman, our driver didn't lose his nerve until the last minute where he safely wedged the mini-bus self into the adjacent boring traffic jam. Great ending to the evening.

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