You know you've had a good night when you end up playing your song of the moment and your favourite ever Youtube clip (courtesy of a Gerry email a couple of years ago, as it happens) to your clients at 5am. The sort of behaviour that should really be reserved only for your dearest and closest friends in weakly drunken moments.
We started out in a relatively civilised way. Drinks at Harvey Nics followed by dinner At Stac Polly in honour of the lovely Joady who is leaving one portfolio for another at AG Barr. She shall be missed by her carbonated collegues here.
But the Star Bar led to favourite haunt Fingers which was haunted last night by a peculiarly weird group of people. Those of our Barr team who hadn't been initiated into the mystery of Fingers yet were, I think, rather appalled.
And then the words which I imagine will soon become an all too regular refrain: "let's go back to the barge". So we did. We can blame our managing director for this one, I think.
Those with homes to go sensibly drifted away after the novelty of Richard Marsham's ipod had worn off, leaving a hardcore four. Adrian and Martin from AG Barr and the sultry Gail (would you really compare her to a Skoda as happened in one of various drinking games? I think not). I seem to remember making them sit through Europe's "Final Countdown" and a particularly fine Pet Shop Boys video in which Neil Tennant attempts a few faltering dance steps. A teenage favourite of mine.
It was only when we tried to stagger home sometime after a rainy 7am that we discovered that the keys to lock up the barge were gone. Let's not finger point. But we weren't pleased. So the barge was christened with a couple of cat-napping girls as we waited for our rescuers.