My sober Christmas

The interesting thing about the first of the Christmas parties is that, for the first time in my life, I'm the designated driver. I've stayed sober on nights out before, of course, but never, strangely, because I had to. One of the benefits of not taking a driving test until you were 24, is that you never get called upon to do this. You can always drink. Of course, sometimes this means you can't get out in the first place, but there you go.

It's the Christmas lunch at 'arwell, the first of two work-related festivities. It rapidly becomes clear that McMunchkin is staying sober enough to drive. I could have had a pint, but decide that if I can't have more than one then I don't want any.

The meal is followed by a pub quiz. I clean up in the movie round and, because the average age at 'arwell is about 50, no one else does. Our team wins, and I take home a bottle of Cava.

I'm designated driver, so the bottle is saved for the next time.