"Yes Mr Buckley, this is Fullers brewery. What's that, you'd like to hold a p*** up here?"
It all went off well on the night, although I was conscious that people were staying well wrapped up or huddling in my office to keep warm, which is hardly conducive to a party atmosphere. Still, we didn’t get rid of the last lot until nearly 3am so it must have gone decently enough.
As he left, Jon’s XJ-S was making so much white smoke that he could hardly see to reverse it. Head gaskets anyone?
