Like a boss...

Yep. This is my boss.
No, I'm not fraternising with him, going to his house. This is at the office.
Yes, we have a playstation in the office, and yes, we are so cool that we play SingStar.

Staff shindig at the office tonight. Was a lot of fun. Because very few of us actually work in the office, only ever wafting in and out at varying intervals, the editors of the publication try to have regular get-togethers for us to all mingle. I think it's a pretty nice gesture, actually.

Drinks, dinner and desserts were all provided by the editorial team for us photographers and journalists, and, despite shite weather, many braved the cold and wet to mingle under a leaky marquee out the back for a BBQ, before getting whooped at sing star by the guy we answer to.
Until I stepped in.
Apparently I'm going to get the shit jobs now for absolutely handing it to him.
Don't mess with a trained singer. :P

Nah, he was joking. I am the editor's equivalent of a teacher's pet.

Now I am exhausted. Too much socialising.