I'm going on an "away-day" to Marseille with work tomorrow. What's the etiquette on these things?

[Jake]

The thought of lying on the beach with work people is, quite frankly, horrifying.

[7evens]

Keep it in your pants and don't get pissed. :thumbup:

[Steve Williams - gay for Mark Knopfler]

2 on the flight, don’t want to give the wrong impression.

Mention in passing that an old school friend that you have not seen in years is living and working in Marseille and that you have arranged to meet him for lunch, only lunch mind you as of course you will rush back to the others once finished. Make sure to ask for 1-2 of their phone numbers so you can make sure to know where they are viz a viz rendezvous. Turn your phone straight off.

Cocaine, brasses, bier, loads.

Meet them back at departure gate slightly disheveled but gutted to have not met up with them, late boozy lunch etc, no phone signal. How was your day?

[Jake]

[Jake]

I like your thinking though, you're clearly a man of wonderful experience.

[7evens]

OR.. have the capacity to absorb SW's punishing schedule and maintain a confident air of sobriety at the re-grouping.

[Ashberto]

Bearded owners of the latest Apple products forging a career in marketing consultancy?

[Steve Williams - gay for Mark Knopfler]

My version is kind of what I did on my first away trip, current job. Only been in the company a few months.

During the excess years of the Celtic Tiger we were stupidly put on a plane and sent to Galway for our Xmas party. Flight left Dublin around 11am, party much later that night.

Obviously there was no brasses involved but on arrival off I went for the day. Instead of rocking up at the departure gates as suggested I rocked up for said party barely able to stand up. Among my first actions was to pick up a bread roll and f**k it down the table at one of the IT lads, missed him and hopped a fella on the back of his head, fella from a different company who did not take this well at all. In his defence it was perhaps one of those crusty rolls which may have hurt.

Bouncers soon came and f**ked me out with a degree of force not suiting the festive party occasion to be fair, but because I was a resident in the hotel they could only f**k me out of the reception, not the entire place, so I went to the bar and carried on.

Awkward next morning flying back all the same.

And then Monday in work.

[Classic Jorge]

[Classic Jorge]

then pissed all over your chips when they announced you were flying to Galway, which from memory is basically an airport consisting of three portacabins and a mid-lengh strip of tarac with some traffic lights.

[Steve Williams - gay for Mark Knopfler]

Cans the whole way.

One of those stupid f**king wee planes. Nightmare.

[Classic Jorge]

No offence, yeah, but I think Jake has the better deal.

Mind you, spending time outside the requisite contract hours with people you work with is never fun, you could be in Amsterdam and it'd still be a drag.

[Jake]

Take that as a compliment.

[Jake]

The truth would disgust them.

[Steve Williams - gay for Mark Knopfler]

A pub based scenario after work allows you to just slip off, the away from home scenario just makes it worse.

[Peter]

Many beers and no french

[Classic Jorge]

Last time I was in Galway the weed was ****e

[Classic Jorge]

Sure as **** Jake will end up having his sabots chucked over a cheteau du vin

[Peter]

Been to amsterdam three or four times. Dont like it.

Galway is fantastic.