Party Season in London

Its been a while since I've had a proper party season in London. Last week I had two - the most notable being our team party. I suspect we'd best not go back to that restaurant. Ever. And on the way home, a poor chap collapsed in front of me - I sobered up quickly and called an ambulance.

This week, I went to 'An Evening with Private Eye' - and got the team to sign me an annual. I asked that they dedicated it to Sir Fred Goodwin - the most successful economic terrorist ever. Last night, it was the team lunch in the White Hart (admiring the barmaids tattoos), and then post work drinkies at the Refinery (soon becoming my second home) followed by the MICA team drink over at Oh Henrys! in the City. Och, we're getting old...

Tongiht, its another team party, and tomorrow the analyst party. I'll be glad to get home (alive!) at the end of this week...

Next week, I'm cooking Christmas Dinner again. Scary stuff. We have the abulance on Speed-Dial. And my long suffering boss Dom suggested that once I boil the damn brussel sprouts, I lightly fry them in olive oil, garlic and chopped parma ham just to add a wee bit of flavour. Any other cooking tips?