White Quizmas

Yesterday was an interesting one. It was my work's Christmas meal and night out with luke-warm meat and veg (I blame it on the half-cut catering staff who could double as Victorian cockney ladies of the night from the language they use) followed by a charity raffle. Prizes ranged from a night's stay at a Lewes hotel (half the staff live in Lewes!), some dodgy wines, pulp fiction books to the strange contribution of an AC/DC in concert blu-ray video.

The evening was held at the upstairs of the Open-House near London Road station starting with a well put-together quiz then into a disco. I made my excuses quickly and didn't stick around for the music as the last Pond pub quiz of the year, nay decade was also on. Bit of a crap turn-out really with only three teams entering. My out of the blue team name won us the fake, stick-on moustaches with "I ain't getting on no B.A. plane fool". Unfortunately, this was the only thing we won as our arch-enemies who always seem to win were also in. Whilst the questions were being answered, outside North-easterly wind had picked up and snow was falling.

After some seasonal fluffy ducks at Paul and Sarah's we stepped out to a couple of inches of whiteness with a blizzard of snow laying on more. Some people had already made snowmen whilst others in their mischievous drunken sense were attacking innocent others (i.e. us!) with balls of white fury. As fun and amazing as it was for the first 5 minutes there were no buses or taxis around for our journey home so hiked it back from town with the snow pelting our legs for another 25 minutes. Eventually I got to bed about 1am with the expectation of working from home the next day.