Whenever there's a chance to get down, dirty and bond like a bottle of clag glue, we pounce like ferocious-caged-tigers. Well, not exactly. We did leap happily off our computers as 5pm struck and headed down to the Grand National in Paddington.
How do we bond?
- Speeches utilising the brocollini as a microphone (it doesn't help sound by-the-way)
- Talk of length and girth of you.know.what.
- Lotsa man-love
- With yummy pub food; linguine, chips, duck and STEAK!
- Red bull mixers at the end to top of many a glass of champayne or wine or beer
- Talk of the HANGOVER the next day - eeeek!
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