I go to an office party!!!
This is highly exciting, as I don't have an office now. But I was kindly invited by the company for which (grammar) I used to work.
It is in London. I walk in wonder through the brightly-lit streets like Paul Hogan on his first trip from the Outback to New York.
That's me. I am the Norfolk Paul Hogan. Turkey Dundee.
There is a nagging doubt in my mind that my 'nautical theme' costume is rubbish. The Village Shop is not much good for fancy dress, so I have sellotaped a picture of a cow, a can of Fosters and a chocolate bar to a pole, and gone as a historical re-enactment of the Mutiny on the Bounty.
My other worry is that this company is now a big customer of mine, and so it would be unwise to get really drunk and start saying things I regret. Like:
"You know why I left? You're all idiots!!! You idiotic idiots!!!"
"I've got this website..."
"You may well be bitter that you're just known as 'the Reception Girl'. But tonight - my dear - I shall make you a woman."
My costume has a hit and miss success rate, and sooner or later somebody eats my chocolate bar thus ruining the whole concept, but generally I seem to have a good time.
I return by train to the village, hungover but energised.