Battle of the Bands Trois

The time came again last night, for everyone to get trollied and blag that they knew a routine to a poorly chosen song, that had taken more than an hour to practice. Once again I was with the reception ladies, who aren't exactly the most creative sparks you'd ever meet. Why we didnt do our ghetto fabulous Run DMC routine I will never know, as CLEARLY doing some poorly constructed version of Dolly Parton's '9 to 5' is a lot better. For some reason 4 of us were dressed as cowgirls and the other 4 were office workers. Essentially it was a chance of some of the slightly more slagish-ly inclined reception girls to get their 'sexy' office outfits out, and us cowgirls just looked like a spare part. Not only was it rubbish, we did our routine wrong. All in all, bloody fantastic, and a well deserved last place. For those taking note, the winners were Childcare with 'like a prayer' (judges must have been under the influence and citing poor eyesight and hearing) yet the restaurant were clearly the best, Thriller slash Ghostbusters, complete with comedy marshmallow man, should never be given the humiliation of second place!