Dancing shoes

In step with this week and this trip, we went on a drunken (especially for a Thursday) night out after work. It was due to be Victoria’s last day in the office but she has extended. This didn’t stop us continuing with the planned celebration.

At about 2.30am I was escorted out of the nightclub after getting over-zealous and climbing on a table when Dancing Queen started playing. It doesn’t seem a fair punishment. I blame jobsworths.

These shoes were spotted sitting on a wall next to St John’s College. The sign of a good night out.