Last night was the Dirt office Christmas party. I was in charge of organising it, so I booked us a table for six at a local ethnic eatery. The guy who answered the phone sounded quite surprised, probably because no one had ever booked a table at a takeaway kebab house before. But it was ace, it was like those really posh restaurants where you can actually see the chefs cooking, well ok they might have only been slicing slithers of horse/donkey/doner(?) from a spit but the service was first class. They let us smuggle some booze in, and provided polystyrene cups all round. Things got a bit rowdy after a while, and ended up with a big fight in the high street.

Anybody want to guess how many made it in to work this morning?

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