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  • The office Christmas party; and nothing a bit like the Rickey Gervais sitcom.
    Well, there were a few cracker hats involved.
    I wore gold, of course.
    You all know me by now.
    What else would you expect?

    The festive month at work was suitably worthy for a xmas fan like myself.
    Everyone naturally whipped out their Christmas jumpers from the 1st of December, with the entire office glad in woolen reindeered attire on the 12th.
    The ceilings strewn with tinsel.
    Mince pies piled on every surface.
    A "decorate your desk" competition; a prize of champagne to up the yuletide anti.
    I wrapped my desk in brown paper (whilst managing to dislodge and disconnect my computer and phone).
    I covered the tops of my cubicle walls with fresh mistletoe.
    I hung gold paperchains over the foliage and interlaced white fairy lights.
    I even baked gingerbread men as the real "icing on the cake".

    Yes, Miss Jones found herself carrying a bottle of champers home on the tube that evening. It pleased me no end.
    Everybody clapped and laughed with me as the winner was announced.

    So back to soul man. The Barry White look-a-like singer at the Christmas dinner.
    There was drinking and dancing and merriment all evening.
    Crackers pulled, wine flowing. Cameras flashing.
    I really felt happy.

    I was one of the first up on the dance floor.
    My sequins glittering in the light, a blur of gold and blond.
    Can't get enough of your love.
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