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The office block I work in has a bar set-up on the roof, all be it that it's just for private functions. The bar was hired for our work Xmas party and I wasn't exactly sure how it was going to turn out. There was a schedule for the party that stated that drinks weren't going to be served for the first 45 minutes and after which there would be games; I turned up 45 minutes late and didn't notice the games as I was too busy drinking beer & chatting. The food menu was made up of confusing looking bites including battered chillies, prawns, fish and curried pastries.
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I found my niche at the bar and settled in for the night.
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Hey DJ pump that party.
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Towards the end of the night I'd drunk a sufficient number of beers to let my hair down and get my groove on to some Sinhalese/Sri Lankan tunes.
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