Thursday, January 12, 2012
We had our Chinese New Year office party this evening. After last year's big production number, this year was a fairly modest affair, necessitated by a collective Christmas and (Western) New Year hangover. And for some unfathomable reason, it had a Scottish theme. So, we had a Scottish-related quiz, lots of whisky and - yes - Scottish dancing. I like a bit of the latter - we had a great Cèilidh band at our wedding - but the combination of office and tinny MP3 player squeaking out a version of the Gay Gordon lacked a certain atmosphere. Nevertheless, we gamely mucked in, went round the wrong way, took the wrong partner and made the wrong moves, with much hilarity. Alex Salmond would not have been amused.