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Here at DG we’re getting fired up for the last Glug event of the season and it promises to be a good one! For something festive and extra-special, Glug have teamed up with DAHRA (Designers against Human Rights Abuse) to present ‘Show me the Munny’. On December 15, The Bookclub, Shoreditch, hosts a Glug special charity auction of custom-designed Munny Dolls by 30 of the best creatives, designers and students around. Tickets are selling out fast, so don’t forget to get yours here. All proceeds of the night go to fund the fantastic work of children’s charity Barnardo’s.

When we’re not bidding like pro’s on a particularly snazzy Munny Doll, you’ll find us scoffing mince pies and generally ‘not-working’ as we wind-down for the holiday season. See you by the Christmas tree. Or maybe under the mistletoe – depends on how the mulled wine goes down….

www.glugevents.co.uk – we’re also a sponsor so the first 100 people get free booze!!

DG

We’ve been working pretty hard recently and thought it was time for a bit of an office knees up. Things started on a good note with a massive brunch (in Farooq’s book that’s two fried breakfasts), a few beers, some sangria (hey, we’re an eclectic bunch) and lots of banter.

We then headed to All Star Lanes for a spot of sambuca-fuelled bowling in our sexy two-tone shoes. Saif was crowned king-pin (and we haven’t heard the bloody end of it) with Jen representing for the girls and Dan, aka. The Italian Stallion, putting in good a performance despite being in plaster (and plastered). Marie set a new personal best of double figures and Roy did his best to look cute - think it was for the 50’s themed waitresses.

We decided to go up-market at our next venue, Vertigo 42. Champagne, strawberries and an epic speech from Mr Dennis always makes for a good time. The cherry on the cake was Marie’s impromptu shoulder massage from a rather drunk stranger who thought she was a lady that frequents the champagne bar – hilarious!

Dinner was a grown-up affair at Simpson’s on the Strand and, as usual, our eyes were much bigger than our bellies. Pigeon, sea bass, mussels, roast beef, venison – you name it, we ordered it. My Yorkshire pudding was the size of a small car. Faz’s fish was the biggest and best he’d ever eaten. And Roy ended up with three varieties of potatoes and was determined to finish the lot. After plenty of vino, some healthy debates and some gentle shushing from the waiting staff we found ourselves resembling the Royle Family on Christmas day afternoon - slumped in our chairs, trouser top button undone and slurring our words with dangerously high cholesterol levels.

So for the actual Christmas party we’re sticking strictly to a liquid lunch. Much safer.