The Perils of the Liquid Lunch

It's Melbourne Cup Day!

The race that stops the nation has definitely stopped our workplace, as we all crowded around the TV to watch three minutes of horsies running around in a circle. The only intelligent comment I can make is that I'm very sad that Blutigeroo didn't win, because he had the best name. *nods*

The current subject of contemplation in the office is whether the boss should go and fetch a ladder so he can change the blown light bulbs on the high ceiling, as he rather unwisely promised he would while he still had his champagne glass in hand.

I'm voting yes. :)