Silly season is upon us, and with it comes back-to-back parties and an overwhelming sense of injustice at having to go to work. Days of the week mean nothing in December. Big knees up on a Tuesday? But of course.
Yet all this jollity tends to blur into one mass of mulled wine soaked memories. Whose party was it where they made those delicious mince pies? And that glistening ham! When it comes to throwing your own Christmas party, there’s nothing wrong with going down the tried and tested route. But the exhibitionists among us may want to stand out.
