Choose your own adventure: the office Christmas party

You pull up at the South Bank. The lights sparkle. The air’s crisp. The two of you giggle and gaze into each other’s eyes as you share some extremely sweet mulled wine and briefly consider buying one of those little stained-glass houses you only see at Christmas markets. You spot the plastic-domed nirvana of Jimmy’s Lodge and suddenly think: should we sack off the Christmas party and just spend the night eating fondue in one of these igloos?

A) Yes.

B) No, time to go back to the Christmas party.

OR BACK TO START.