Inside information passed on to me from a work colleague from Waka Daka Daqa regions:
One particular Christmas season a long time ago, Santa was getting ready for his annual trip, but there were problems everywhere. Four of his elves got sick, and the trainee elves did not produce the toys as fast as the regular ones, so Santa was beginning to feel the pressure of being behind schedule. Then Mrs. Claus told Santa that her Mum was coming to visit. This stressed Santa even more. When he went to harness the reindeer, he found that three of them were about to give birth and two had jumped the fence and were out, heaven knows where. More stress. Then when he began to load the sleigh one of the boards cracked and the toy bag fell to the ground and scattered the toys. So, frustrated, Santa went into the house for a cup of coffee and a shot of whisky. When he went to the cupboard, he discovered that the elves had hidden the scotch and there was nothing to drink. In his frustration, he accidentally dropped the coffee pot and it broke into hundreds of little pieces all over the kitchen floor. He went to get the broom and found that mice had eaten the straw from which it was made. Just then the doorbell rang and Santa swore all the way to the door. He opened the door and there was a little angel with a great big Christmas tree. The angel said, very cheerfully, "Merry Christmas Santa. Isn’t it just a lovely day? I have a beautiful Christmas Tree for you. Where would you like me to put it?" And thus began the tradition of sticking the little angel on top of the Christmas tree.



Firstly I shall state what little I know about Mayfair. In a game of Monopoly, its the more prestigiouse (ie; expensive) place to buy. Logically this means the rent is high when people from the opposition decide to stop by. If you have a house they're you're loaded, if a hotel you're GOD! Well our xmas party was in a hotel at Mayfair (on the 10th), a champagne reception at 7 followed by dinner at 8 and a flush supply of drinks on the house throughout the night. The dresscode was black tie, though bow ties of the red & blue varieties were spotted in the midst of the crowd. All provided by the lovely Fidessa people it was a good night out. I heard mention that not including drinks it cost them £600 quid a head, makes me glad I brought a guest, I tried champagne for the first time ever, (was quite excited about this), saw The Farmer & many others make fools of themselves, hit the dance floor as soon as the heard the sound of the dhol, I later even managed to say a couple of things I now wish I hadn't but probably nobody remembers, or so I hope ..
