Booze and cake, booze and cake

So last Friday was our works Christmas 'do', and I'm wondering if drinking for 14 hours straight was terribly sensible...although it did have the effect of heightening the impression that my boss is somehow channelling Jeremy Clarkson. He reminds me of him even when I'm sober, so after *that* much alcohol it was getting quite surreal. (sneaking suspicion I may have drunkenly pointed this out to him, but kinda hoping he won't remember...)


in less blurry news - I've just made my Christmas cake, and it's now happily doing its magic in the oven, yay!

Heard it through the grapevine

James - "You're touching me again"
Oz - "I know, I can't stop it"

Hmmmn, I can sympathise with that...

Loved the triumphant barrel making, and the tea making (good man). Nearly fell off the sofa when he took a sip and then said "I love you."

When they were looking at the wine barrels with the little door they send a man through to clean inside, I was really expecting James to say the only person you'd be able to send in would be Hammond. Oh well, just in my head then...(no change there then)