We always pick up Xana, the secretary, and her husband P. They're both really nice and luckily we ended up sitting by them for the meal but before we went I said to John that it'd be just my luck to be sitting next to Ken. Ken is in his late 50s, has got an Alan Partridge hairstyle, is overweight, talks incessantly thinking he's funny and is a typical dirty old man. When we arrived there was only one table left out of the three the company had been assigned and Ken was the only one sat at it. It was a round table with 12 settings and P sat two settings away from him, then Xana, John and myself. He said he'd move so that it looked cosier and could've shuffled along two spaces and sat next to P...but he decided to come around the other side of the table and sit next to me. That was when I discovered that he was a dirty old man with bad breath. Oh, and he'd been drinking all day. There was a table of women next to us and he was talking to me about trying to decide which one to go for. In the end he decided on the one in the skin tight black dress because it looked like it'd be difficult to get off and he likes a challenge....
After the meal there were two DJs overseeing some party games on the stage, if the light shone on your table you had to go up to take part, thankfully it never shone on us. P disappeared and Xana had been called over to speak to someone at one of the other tables. John went to the toilet and came rushing back with a big smile on his face, he told me to get my bag and follow him. He'd come across a bar area and P had escaped to there...so that was where we spent the rest of the night. Xana found us after a while and a few others joined us later on - although Ken was one of them and he leched at every woman who walked past. It surprised me actually because P is very loud and upbeat and is always laughing and joking, really good fun to be around, but he said he hates anything like the party games and being bullied into having a good time so he escaped the first chance he got and Xana said the same when she joined us (even though she was the one who'd organised the night out lol).
Why why why do I always have some oddball sat next to me?? A few years ago it was one of John's colleagues (now retired) who had a terrible cough and kept touching my tableware...for instance, turning my coffee cup so that the handle faced a different way but touching it around the rim of the cup
Oh, and I'm never ever ever ever ever wearing heels again!!!
