We all ended up partying into the early hours after the Christmas party. One colleague was getting all the guys to suck her toes, another had passed out in the corner. I got wrapped in bubble wrap and rolled down the stairs. We were still drinking at 7am, and at that point we all decided to do semi-naked yoga. So there we were in the middle of the office — ten of us doing yoga in our pants and boxers — as we watched the sun come up.

After the official office Christmas do, which was in a private room at a swanky bar, my managers and I went back to one of the directors’ houses. When we got there he opened a fridge that