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She Bu didn't know what happened to it on Friday night. Frankly, collectively, neither did we.

The evening consisted of the sort of hijinks traditionally enjoyed in office Summer Party dos: The production department comprised of the Funktionism 'house' DJs and a Chet Baker soundalike, made it their mission to play the right blend of hip and hop and music to maintain an edge of 'cool' in order to keep the 'brothers' interested - the latter task would've been made musch easier had I (Dan) not hung around them like a bad dose of thrush and spilled beer on their Nike trainers; the PA's were all doing their bit for advancing respect for women in the workplace, so to speak, on the dancefloor - ladies you know who you are; cont...