dealchecker Does Christmas – The Aftermath
There’s a few sore heads in the dealchecker office today – and for once its not from intensive deal searching madness(!) The dealchecker Christmas party was held last night, and what festive fun was had. For all of you just desperate to know what a motley crew of dealcheckin’ mavericks get up to when a.) lethal cocktails b.)rihanna tunes and c.) mental christmas jumpers are added to the mix, here’s a mini rundown of our night – well, what we can remember of it…
At noon on the dot we swapped computers for champers and got dressed up in our vile jumper of choice. From crazy lighting systems to human Christmas trees, tinsel jackets and ornaments, certain individuals really took the theme on board – you know who you are. We swapped secret santa presents (Ian received a Justin Bieber calendar, the lucky devil) and then were shepherded out to local restaurant Dollar – fitting right into our bling-ingly named eatery of choice with all of our tinselly sartorial finery. Check it!:
After consuming a probably unnecessary amount of meat we slid, tripped, skated and stumbled our way over the icy pavements to our next destination – a smaller establishment this time, we soon found out that were at a cocktail making class. We had around six different cocktails in total to make, punctuated briefly by a small jumper catwalk show and a few forfeits for those deemed ‘naughty’ by our very own ‘Sainta’. The highlight of this was George being forced to give a speech on the instructions: “Drink to your own health and proclaim how fantastic you are in very flattering language until everyone in the room is satisfied with your performance.” Oh those cruel directors! Here’s a few snaps of us flexing our Tom Cruise muscles:
We then moved onto the Old Queens Head in Islington, where we hosted our own pub quiz…my team was called Team Wagner for reasons unknown…unfortunately we didn’t win (totally robbed…coughiphonecheatscough) but we believe that we were gracious runners up. Sort of. Maybe. We then moved onto another bar for more cocktails and debauchery, where after what seemed like a long time sitting through some quite soul-destroyingly dreadful stand up comedy, we were given a dancefloor to make fools out of ourselves on. If you’re a regular reader of this blog you will have noticed yesterdays ‘Christmas party advice’ advocated by the lovely Jo. You’ll be pleased to know that we stuck to approximately none of it, not least the advice: “Dance with decorum! Certainly enjoy yourself but maybe leave your new Rihanna inspired booty shaking moves at home.” As predicted, Rihanna’s dulcet tones made an appearance, and there was more butt wiggling and faux-gansta posturing that you could shake a booty at. Oh dear. Here are some photos of the brief moments when we weren’t trying to be Beyonce:
Merry Christmas lovely readers! We’ll leave you with a picture of our very own Sainta to really galvinise that festive spirit:
