Wild Rumpus - redux

Last year we did this. We didn't get sacked or burn the place down so...

The camping stove was dragged out again, the fire officer bound and gagged in the server room (he likes it better that way) and the vin chaud prepared sur la desk.

Alas no Milo this year... after briefly rallying on Tuesday he's returned to a hot, gunky-eyed, oozing-nose state and is unfit for public presentation.

Christmas feeling? Not even bloody close.