A quite night in the house

Okay no names but a pile of us plus a sprinkling of MP’s popped out for a Christmas drink this week

Hear are just a few highlights for you to enjoy as you sip on your snowball drink and eat out of date, savoury snacks ……or is that just me!

“It’s good to see you again, thanks for coming” – A labour MP said to me the first time I have ever met him as I gate crashed his party

“ I was going to save you but then I spotted the scotch eggs” – a member of staff explain why he never helped his MP boss who was choking on a sausage roll.

“We are going to the wrong Pub….. my mates are going to one on the embankment” said by a stranger who for some reason got into our taxi as we made our way to a club south of the river.

“My name is MR Wilson I’m in room 144………What the room isn’t booked to someone in that name! ….. Sorry, it’s in my wife’s name Mrs Wilson!” said by one of us as we successfully conned our way into a hotel for a drink about 3am in the morning.

“ I can tell you now my mates are not coming here” says the man from the cab as he knocks back his second pint and whom it turns out none of us know!

And finally from a researcher on her leaving do “last time I saw you I was so drunk I don’t remember it”