INFLATABLE bananas, boozy barbers and broken toes from bouncy castle palavas.
This was at least twelve parsecs from your normal, middling staff Christmas party. Not only because it was thrown at the back-end of January - this lot believe Santa, much like Jesus and Brian Blessed, are fictional characters, so celebrate Christmas accordingly (which is whenever really) - but also because the vast majority of 'em are doolally. Crackers. As ape as the 8ft gorilla standing guard in the centre of this Great Northern burger joint, peering down on the hi-jinks with the eyes of a hairy Dr TJ Eckleburg.
It played out something like this:
(photo credits to Gordo and Chris W Parker)
