A little worse for wear sights at 6 last night.
Stumbling suits with wonky party hats,
Wandering wide-eyed from bus stop to bus stop.
Dribbling drivel into the mince pies.
Trying to retain professionalism whilst descending into annihilation.
Christmas zombies - whacked out from seasonal jollity.
Michael got off with someone he shouldn't have.
And Lucy got out something she shouldn't.
Christmas carnage.
With party hats....