Jägerbomb

We had a company function tonight, our 3rd birthday. I may not have been there for all three years, but I reckon I've worked the equivalent of at least 12 months in the space of 9. (Dedicated or demented, I'm never really sure.) But either way, after the obligatory schmoozing of clients there was the post-function letting-down-of-hair – few more drinks, few cocktails, bit of good red, and then the nightcap du jour, the Jägerbomb. Ahhh, nothing says it's a good night than a little platoon of Jägers lined up on the bar, then knocked back by the hardcore.