00:00 - 00:03 | There are some potential problems with this year's Christmas party |
00:04 - 00:05 | The venue is here |
00:05 - 00:07 | a little way out of town |
00:08 - 00:12 | and because we were late booking, we could only get a Monday night |
00:12 - 00:15 | And we have to be out by eleven |
00:17 - 00:19 | But the venue itself... |
00:19 - 00:21 | ...it's the one we checked out in October? |
00:24 - 00:26 | Mein Fuhrer |
00:27 - 00:28 | That venue... |
00:31 - 00:33 | That venue burned down again last week |
00:34 - 00:36 | It was the fat sump again... |
00:53 - 00:58 | I want everyone but the members of the Committee to leave the room |
01:13 - 01:15 | The fucking fat sump again |
01:15 - 01:17 | Have I got to clean the fucking thing myself? |
01:18 - 01:23 | Well they're not going to fob me off this time |
01:25 - 01:28 | Fob me off |
01:29 - 01:31 | with some shit-hole on the Embankment |
01:31 - 01:34 | 25 platters of fucking nachos |
01:34 - 01:37 | People expecting a sit-down turkey dinner with all the trimmings |
01:37 - 01:40 | and all they get is plates and plates of shitting nachos |
01:40 - 01:42 | There were also some barbequed chicken wings |
01:42 - 01:46 | Fuck the chicken wings - people wanted roasties, gravy... |
01:46 - 01:48 | Mein Fuhrer, we only had 3 hours' notice |
01:48 - 01:52 | Don't tell me about how little notice we had |
01:53 - 01:54 | You think I don't know that? |
01:56 - 01:57 | I was the one cycling around looking for the fucking venue |
01:57 - 02:00 | at half past three in the afternoon |
02:00 - 02:03 | with Di fucking Middleton laughing down at the 'phone at me |
02:04 - 02:08 | "Sense of humour failure", she says? |
02:08 - 02:13 | Too fucking right my sense of humour failed |
02:14 - 02:16 | I wish I'd never found the cunting Opal Bar |
02:17 - 02:21 | I wouldn't cross the road to take a shit in the Opal Bar |
02:27 - 02:29 | It was supposed to be a great evening |
02:30 - 02:34 | a magical, wonderful evening of live music |
02:34 - 02:36 | with Prosecco on arrival |
02:41 - 02:42 | Prosecco! |
02:43 - 02:47 | Not piss-warm lager, washing down mouthful after fucking mouthful of stale tortillas |
02:48 - 02:53 | I can still see their faces, looking at me, judging |
02:54 - 02:56 | Fran Petterson's smiling face |
02:56 - 02:59 | "Maybe you should have let me join the Committee after all?" |
03:00 - 03:02 | Gary Lux even asked for "a refund" |
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