Its Christmas time in the city

We had our work Christmas party last night at a restaurant in Piccadilly Circus. Decent food, Open bar, was a fun time for all. I’d love to report that there were a dozen punch ups and one of the Secretaries got caught blowing a waiter – but unfortunately it was a well behaved crowd. It wasn’t like the Christmas parties we used to have at the Adelaide Convention Centre where every year a third of the staff would get fired due to “inappropriate behaviour”.

One things for sure, the city is infested with Christmas Social Events at the moment, and the unoccupied Taxis are few and far between. I left the party at 1:30 am and could not find a cab for the life of me. So I got on a bus I thought was heading to Fulham (South West) to get closer to my suburb. I fell asleep on the bus, and woke up as it pulled into its final stop of Liverpool Street (North West). More fruitless cab searching for an hour, then I sat at a bus stop and waited for a bus to Clapham Common. I helped a Japanese tourist with directions, which I probably shouldn’t have done because I had no idea where I was, then got to Clapham Common and got some random guy to drive me home for seven quid (illegal taxi touters – the most reliable form of British Transport, if you don’t mind the occasional rape or mugging). Made it to my front door at 4:20am. Bah.

I’ll conclude this brief post with this: I’d rather have two broken legs then this hangover I’m currently working through.