I missed mine last night and I bloody organised it. I had to go to Moscow, where I spent most of the night in the office, as I am doing tonight. Still, I'm off to Verbier for the frist skiing of the season at the weekend.
Wish I had missed ours. Dull as ditch water and significantly more expensive - yes, my employer is tight as chuff. Left once the "rave from the grave" disco started and all the tweed jackets got on the dance floor.
I have so much to look forward to, ie, being coerced into sitting on some 50 plus year old colleague's lap while he pretends to be Father Christmas and rummages around in his sack while cracking smutty jokes about filling my stockings. Oh joy...NOT.