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So we went to a grand hotel up in Warwickshire that Shakespeare apparently used to frequent for the anuual company conference. Totally the middle of nowhere, you get rows of houses and then suddenly miles of fields before any more signs of civilisation...you forget how rural the majority of this country is when you've always lived in London. It was quite strange actually, how the hell does anyone live there. They must have to commute to Birmingham for any decent work.
Met all my colleagues from Manchester, Reading and Birmingham - it was nice to put names to faces - and then got the actual conference aspect out of the way, which was really pretty boring.
But then we had "pre-dinner drinks", which for me was three double JDs and coke because we had something like a ?3000 bar tab all on the company, which just begged to be taken advantage of.
And then there was the black tie dinner up in the long gallery, which was like a ship's galley really amazingly lit with chandeliers and all sorts. Amazing room, and the food was great too, and they kept topping up the wine. **** knows how much I had of that in the end.
Then we had the awards ceremony, which was fun. And then the real party started....
As I have a natural aversion to dance floors, I went and hung out with the guys by the bar instead, and ended up downing about a dozen sambucas. For some reason my natural aversion became a natural calling, and I ended up on the dance floor (very wobbly, but at least energetic...) for at least an hour, highlight was dancing with one of the directors, because she's really hot.
But then they packed up the disco and we had to vacate to the bar downstairs. Then the sambucas really kicked in. I had a case of chronic double vision, and couldn't seem to sit straight. It was ****ing funny, but I got escorted to bed at about 2:30 after spilling four glasses of water in a row and asking one of my colleagues if she was going to put out. She said "what, with you in this state?"
I told her I could sober up, but she didn't believe me.
Which was a fair point, as I couldn't even stand up straight and was still feeling the effects several hours later.
Had an utterly brilliant time, despite (or maybe because of, it was really funny) making a number of inappropriate remarks due to drunkenness and having to go to bed early. I swear, recruitment companies have the best parties. The hotel staff commented that we were a lot "different" from their usual guests.
Then I went onto another day of pubbing (and, in my case, exploring) with some of the guys from Manchester, in Stratford upon Avon and Birmingham before coming home zonked on the train.
I swear, I'd stay at this company just for the conference.
I took some pictures of the hotel, here's a few for those of you interested in Ye Olde English architecture. No pictures of the event sadly, other people were taking those so I didn't think to.
Met all my colleagues from Manchester, Reading and Birmingham - it was nice to put names to faces - and then got the actual conference aspect out of the way, which was really pretty boring.
But then we had "pre-dinner drinks", which for me was three double JDs and coke because we had something like a ?3000 bar tab all on the company, which just begged to be taken advantage of.
And then there was the black tie dinner up in the long gallery, which was like a ship's galley really amazingly lit with chandeliers and all sorts. Amazing room, and the food was great too, and they kept topping up the wine. **** knows how much I had of that in the end.
Then we had the awards ceremony, which was fun. And then the real party started....
As I have a natural aversion to dance floors, I went and hung out with the guys by the bar instead, and ended up downing about a dozen sambucas. For some reason my natural aversion became a natural calling, and I ended up on the dance floor (very wobbly, but at least energetic...) for at least an hour, highlight was dancing with one of the directors, because she's really hot.
But then they packed up the disco and we had to vacate to the bar downstairs. Then the sambucas really kicked in. I had a case of chronic double vision, and couldn't seem to sit straight. It was ****ing funny, but I got escorted to bed at about 2:30 after spilling four glasses of water in a row and asking one of my colleagues if she was going to put out. She said "what, with you in this state?"
I told her I could sober up, but she didn't believe me.
Which was a fair point, as I couldn't even stand up straight and was still feeling the effects several hours later.
Had an utterly brilliant time, despite (or maybe because of, it was really funny) making a number of inappropriate remarks due to drunkenness and having to go to bed early. I swear, recruitment companies have the best parties. The hotel staff commented that we were a lot "different" from their usual guests.
Then I went onto another day of pubbing (and, in my case, exploring) with some of the guys from Manchester, in Stratford upon Avon and Birmingham before coming home zonked on the train.
I swear, I'd stay at this company just for the conference.
I took some pictures of the hotel, here's a few for those of you interested in Ye Olde English architecture. No pictures of the event sadly, other people were taking those so I didn't think to.
