That time of year again folks, time to dust off the DJ, suck the stomach in a tad and off we go all posh like to the New Zealand Ball.
Simply the best one in Singapore I feel. Great fun, too much beer and wine of course, loads of food, comedians, prizes and sharing it all with great friends.
Laurence tucked me up nicely, the photos with the radar book. OK long story but this book was Laurence’s originally and we all took the p*ss out of him majorly for it of course – GEEK! So he then wrote my name in it/on it and made everyone in the office think it was actually mine. So from that point on that book has changed hands between Laurence and I many times and is the source of the continual p*ss take for ever.
So in this instance the ball is well under way and the compere goes “OK ladies and gents can I just clear one item up, we have some lost property that’s been handed in to me. Luckily the owners name is written on it, and hey presto he whips out the radar book. Laurence you bugger. I had to go on the stage to collect it in front of about 500 people – ahahahahahahah – VERY funny Lol!
Mary looks absolutely glamorous does she not, to cries of “Facebook Facebook” – ha ha. You look gorgeous Mary.
And hey the old fella scrubbed up not too bad either hey!
Actually did I say the food was good, ha ha, long story and it was me me me out of 500 people – ahahahahah. So as you know I don’t like cooked fish. So I was out of room, came back and there is the starter – yes fish. Called over the waiter, sorry I don’t like fish can I have the other starter. Oh sorry Sir we only made 5, yes FIVE, and have allocated them all out. Well sorry I don’t like fish, can you make me another one. No sorry. So I got all humpy and angry, asking the waiter to read his menu which stated “fish OR other”, he wouldn’t. Please just say the underlined word, no he wouldn’t – so the more angry I got ha ha. Anyway off he went. Then soup came, delicious. I popped out for a ciggie, came back and on my place setting was a main which was not the beef, it was vegetarian. So I call the waiter over again, sorry but what’s this says I. It’s the vegetarian course Sir, you’re a vegetarian. No I am f*cking not, I just don’t eat fish, please bring me the beef. Ah sorry Sir we can’t now. Yep I am now FUMING and I stormed off. I came back after a calming ciggie and my plate has changed to the beef, but all the food was messed up, smeared about the plate etc etc. So I start to boil, and then Laurence starts giggling as the waiter did indeed change it and that had messed it up to wind me up even more. Then sitting there with a new plate, of what was really nice dinner, the waiter walks up with the bloody vegetarian starter – OMG, ha ha ha! Anyways it DID NOT spoil a fantastic evening as you’ll see from smiley faces!
