Xmas party photos

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A statue sets the tone of the evening.

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Graham, Gareth, and Liz, already getting into the swing of things.

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Management :)

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I shouldn't complain, I also look pretty far gone already. I couldn't possibly look worse than I do in this photo.

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OK, I was wrong :)

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Mark P and Nancy, also getting in the mood.

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I can't tell you how early in the night this was, but I'm already bored out of my skull and trying to pass the time by sleeping away the party. I'm not party material. Well... I might be, if you can talk to people above the music.

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Oh... go on then. Another one of those funnylooking cocktails. If you're forcing me. No, make it two.

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Mark and Iain. From the looks of things, Iain has just discovered that "champagne enema" feeling.

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Ah, after a few more drinks, I've perked up a bit. People have started to turn up, too, which has helped. Though I seem to have some kindof growth coming out the top of my head.

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Steve getting up close and personal with Iain.

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The dancing ladies have arrived! I perk up more.

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I took... many photos, but most were too zoomed in on the interesting bits to be any use on this page :P

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Yes, more zoomed in than this.

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One for you stereogram lovers. Not something I did deliberately, but with a little editing, it came out almost nicely anyway.

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A quick change... into even less clothes!

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Ahum. I just love zoom...

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Mmm...

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They finish off with a demure tango, which is nontheless impressive.

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Then everyone joins in (unfortunately, the nicely clad ones have left the stage by now)

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No, this isn't what you think. Alan (aka "Sniff") is definitely a ladies' man.

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Yeah! Little tiny burgers on a velvet pillow! Now that's style! I've no idea whether it's a style that I want to have to do anything to do with, but it's certainly some kindof style. By this time I was too famished to care. I'd have eaten them if they were squid.

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I can't remember what happenned here. Looks like I'm being sexually assaulted by my boss.

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Some more management (Mark H), brave (or drunk) enough to dance. Well, to "dance". I was considering calling the paramedics, since it looked like he was having some kindof fit...

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Some random weirdos.

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Now my boss and Mark H dance. Hmm. On some level, this is art.

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I'm not 100% sure what's going on here.

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Group photo. Robin, Liz, Nancy, and Mark P

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Iain, Jamie, and a gurn I don't recognise.

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Nancy and Mark P.

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The heavy mob. Iain (the Man) flanked by Jason W and James H. This would look really menacing if their eyes weren't so glazed.

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Scarier than any halloween photo could ever be. glowing red eyes, the candle in the background, the slack jaw... it's a zombie! Oh, no, it's Jon Wright

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surprisingly, these two aren't management.

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Graham and Jon being mad.

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If this is dancing, then I think even the management were doing better job.

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Ah, now he gets into the swing of the dance!

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As does James.

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I'm sure there's a brilliant soap-opera plot in this photo.

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The room begins to revolve. For some people.

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Sniff, again. Would you buy a used car from this man?

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Someone important and Mick, my current line manager.

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Sniff in his element.

OK, that's it, folks!