I no longer work in an office so ‘the party’ has only historical significance for me. But, when I did, a sober corner was the only place for me. There I could amuse myself by observing, and mentally noting, others’ ridiculous behaviour and faux pas. Who fancied whom, who was likely to end up in the photocopier room taking shots of body parts, who was likely to vomit in the taxi on the way home, who, with their new-found dutch courage, was taking the opportunity to bend the boss’s ear. There really is no entertainment like it.