Our company parties had a natural rhythm; predictably one of the ‘modern apprentices’ had far too much to drink and had to led off to a taxi; the most staid of the older women, was offering lap dances, and a group of warehousemen were nudging each other into asking me to dance. From past experience I only accepted if I was certain their beer goggles were not in place.
“Do you remember the year the old CEO followed you around all night?” Susan giggled.
“Oh God yes, if I’d taken every drink he tried to get me I’d be on the board by now!”