gothams3rdrobin | Okay, so....

lizamanynames, a typical post on my LJ goes something like this;

The people at my workplace are asses. Here are pictures of my son, who is possibly the cutest kid on earth! Also, Dan and Casey are soooooo cute, and jla_watchtower is fantastic.

Well, who am I to disappoint? *winks*

My colleagues have not yet been asses this week, though it's only wednesday. However I did get very irritated last friday while we had a 'treasure hunt' as a leaving-celebration for the eighteen-year-old ginger twat on our department. He who, when Denzil got his promotion to Team Manager, was delighted to be able to declare he was "The only gayer on E-Services!" (only funny if you've ever seen 'Little Britain') and spent the last two weeks of his time with us joking incessantly about how we'd finally "gotten rid of all the gayers."

(Yes, it's a theme with him. He 'came out' at Christmas even though we all knew, and to be honest we think he's making it up for the most part just to 'fit in'. He makes far to big of a fuss about it - not even the lovely Dean 'Queen of E-Services' Hagon' was even an nth as vocal about it as him.)

So, we got split into two teams and sent to our first pubs to await our task and clue for the next pub. In the first pub one team member had to down a pint of lager while another filmed it on a video-phone. Now, in our team was myself (a tee-totaller), Gareth (recently converted to Islam), Dave (on a self-imposed drinking haitus), Ceri (on antibiotics) and Jane, who wasn't really in the mood to drink. Poor Ceri ended up having to drink the first pint, with Jane reaching in with a straw for humour.

I won't go into the whole thing, as it would be boring as hell. Suffice it to say eight out of ten tasks required someone - sometimes more than one - to drink something alcoholic. And not just drink it, but a 'down in one'. So there was no way I could have helped out because I have no tolerance for alcohol. Just half a pint would have had me vomiting within seconds, and not just because it tastes like gnats piss. Plus I would have likely gotten instantly off my face, and who would look after Rowan for the rest of the night?

The best part of the challenge was sitting in the Hard Rock Cafe singing a made up song to the tune of 'Is This The Way To Amarillo', for which we roped in two other people in the bar - who if I recall correctly were from Seattle!

However, despite the fact that we seemed to have been very sneakily split into a team of non-drinkers against a team of out-and-out piss-heads, we still managed to tie when all our scores were tallied. And to crown it all off, we met up with our management at another pub, where they laid on 'champagne' for the winning team. Having had to spend two hours being nagged by Jane to drink something - she does that every single damn time I go out with the guys at work - she again started on me about having a glass of champagne. I actually shouted at her "No, for the third fucking time!"

I was so glad when I was able to get away and collect Rowan from nursery.

My beautiful boy, with a sandcastle with a workin moat!

Dan and Casey are very cute - Dan more than Casey, but I love that thing Peter does with his tounge between his teeth when he grins. And I will admit that while I would much prefer to see Josh Charles without a beard, some of the icons

catwalksalone did are very cute. I think it's 'cause the photos are very good ones, so kudos to

phoebesmum for finding them.

And the

jla_watchtower? Hell yeah. I may not have the energy or inspiration to do much - *sighs in frustration* - but it is fun. The convention we're wrapping up at the moment has been an absolute blast.

Heee. I commented to Liza that I obviously needed a life, to which she replied I have a life, it just includes fandom! I like the sound of that....