And the winner for the most outstanding cleavage goes to.......

Moi? Oh you're too kind.

It was pretty magnificent mind you.

The night itself was funny. It was at this reception/hotel place about 45 mins from here. They put us up in the hotel which was handy.

So everyone set about getting as ratshit as humanly possible- apart from me, who was just a little bit tipsy.

I had the last laugh in the morning.

Not before the evening was over though.

G likes a wee boogie, but he said that there was no way he was getting on a dancefloor infront of his work colleagues.

So I have to ask: Who was that man who dragged me up to dance to the Abba medley?

I kid you not.

Many a drink and an Elvis impersonator later, G could barely sit up staight in his chair so he decided we should retire to our room- where he sat up straight for quite a while somehow.

Then we spent Sunday veged on the sofa, eating sausages in bread rolls.