I’m not proud of it, but “GloryHoles” tickled me
There’s already a shitty “Swingers” chain in London and probably elsewhere.
The sort of place office drones (such as I was) get sent for their Christmas “party”.
I only ever had one corporate-IT xmas Do, and that was as anodyne as it was cheap. A sleazy crazy-golf themed partay would have seemed aspirational.
The NHM, London, xmas parties were staff-organised but on-the-premises and were as close to the Ancient Roman concept of ‘Orgy’ as modern drugs permitted.
Oxford, on the other hand, had nothing at-all, ever, because everyone hated and feared everyone else. The no-lifers joylessly worked through it.
One job it was possible to drink to excess on someone else’s nickel for three solid weeks in December.
Consultancy, client bank, consultancy at bank, fixed income at bank, consultancy in fixed income etc. mostly multiplied by smaller team within fixed income.
TBH I can’t remember, but I suspect that the global financial crash happened the next year.
I have waaay too many corporate stories to tell. My fav of all time involved Nookie Bear and RdC.
There’s also one involving The Nolans (I shit ye not!)
If anyone wants to know then ask me at Settle.
I’ll be there all week. I hear the fish is good.
Lincs just keeps Giving -
Meanwhile Leamington is so ordinary that “Dog bites man” is, indeed, news.
…and he woke up feeling a little hoarse…
I wonder what his neigh-bours think of this?
After suffering night-mares.
I suspect foal play
He’ll have to rein in that behaviour now
He’ll be saddled with a reputation for ever now.
Apart from the drugged up sex he might have been into bondage and cheese
Yay! Who would like a ban?