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So I have a thick head today. We were 45 minutes late to our Christmas party because Ollie was tackling a badly behaved cron job to work on our server. Emily, Ollie’s girlfriend, had been waiting all that time at Waterloo for us but she was kind enough to forgive him when we arrived. We eventually assembled at Namco Station on the South Bank and quickly started racking up the bar tab before having a few rounds of pool to get going. Piers had not told us in advance that he is practically a pro, so him and his girlfriend, Grace, cleaned up. Here is a picture of him about to take a shot – look how serious he is. I’d like to think this shot was a mis-cue, but I’m pretty sure he potted both balls in one go.

Bowling quickly degraded into a competition of creative methodology. We had backwards bowling, sliding on knees, see who can throw it the highest, the furthest before landing, the slowest, get it as close to the TV screen as possible without hitting it, bowl the most balls in one go, knock the next-door lane’s pins over, and run as far down the alley as possible without getting caught. We learned that bowling the ball really slowly helps greatly in improving accuracy (I’ll add that to the wiki).

Eventually once all other options had been exhausted and the diminishing marginal returns commonly associated with drinking were realised, we got ourselves on to the dodgem cars. Twelve months of stress manifested itself in complete carnage on the floor. However the trick became less about trying to thrash the hell out of our fellow work mates but more to try not to laugh any sick up or have it projected out by the seatbelt pulling on impact.