Rationing? Not for us, old chap.

Yesterday was the office Christmas party. A 1940s themed affair (though Jez and Nick missed by a few decades). I had fun but a sixth sense told me to head home fairly early (was the free booze about to run out?), but other people have tales to tell and hangovers to nurse.

Little did the revellers at The Pigalle Club realise that one of their number was a slumming aristrocrat:

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is:
The Most Honourable Steve the Deipnosophist of Throcking by Hampton
Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Yep, I had to look it up as well.

Very True Mood:  tired