Xmas Do (n't)

Spent the entire day at work dodging the question 'Are you coming to the do?' Its that darn time of year again when I'm forced to smile through gritted teeth and endure the bilious chat of people who bore my socks off. Thankfully last year The Team located themselves at the opposite end of the table so I wasn't able to eavesdrop on their idle chatter about cute furry animals, civil partnerships and ecologically sound sanitary protection. In fact I was seated so far away from them I was practically sat alone, yes I do remember indulging in a second helping of nut loaf and braised greens without comment from anyone, I can safely say I spent a majority of the last works Christmas do in silence. I merely soaked up the lukewarm atmosphere which heightened only when Marcus, senior solicitor, dropped his wine glass on the floor. I went home relatively sober and thirty quid out of pocket. I am hoping that I can come up with a convincing excuse to get out of this year's proceedings. Shaun, the great oaf from my French class, informed me yesterday that you can tell when a person is lying because they add more detail to the lie. This was when I was explaining to him that I couldn't join him for a pint after class as I had a joint of chicken defrosting in the kitchen and I'd put a selection of root vegetables on a slow roast. I think it was the list of said vegetables which gave the game away. So I must come up with a less elaborate white lie to get out of this year's dreaded Christmas do.