Christmas party
Guardian Unlimited Christmas party. Great fun, spoilt only by some anonymous person vomiting all over my brand new wool coat. To add insult to injury it was freezing that night so I had to sponge it down and wear it home. Nice.
Next morning I emailed the whole of GU editorial. Thanks for the party, but could the person that threw up on my coat make themselves known so I can pass on the dry cleaning bill?
I heard nothing, and began to resign myself to the fact that this was almost certainly some kind of horrific initiation ceremony for new staff.
But lo! In my pigeon hole today, in an anonymous internal mail envelope, I had £30 and a message:
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December 20th, 2006 at 13:41
As we say in Massachusetts, that is WICKED funny!
December 20th, 2006 at 15:44
Hi Jemima!
Don’t stop it now… I watch a lot of CSI-stuff on tv… Just send it over to them and I am sure that the guys from CSI Miami or maybe even NAVY CSI can identify the culprit within minutes. They can deal with this person in a perment, efficient manner that makes sure that he (or she!) will never be bothering anybody again during a party…
December 20th, 2006 at 16:53
Definitely a boy – look at the handwriting.
But actually I don’t want to know who it is. He will forever be “the guy who threw up on my coat” and one wouldn’t want to cloud one’s professional judgment!
December 20th, 2006 at 18:34
He’s also done the decent thing. I’d suggest honour should be satisfied!
June 6th, 2007 at 18:05
I know this is ridonkulously late, but as they say in Spinal Tap ‘can’t they dust for vomit?’