It is time for our long-awaited first big work social of 2025, and it is to Flight Club we return for the first time in a few years. I remember it as being really good fun last time (the origin story of the baby guinness becoming the HPE house drink), and it is moreso than I recall. Admittedly, by the time the food comes out, I have already knocked back a glass of white and two salted caramel espresso martinis, so, you know, factor that into my judgement. The food is not quite a matter of quantity over quality, but my god there is a lot of the former. It just keeps coming out! Platter after platter of bruschetta, and falafel & hummus, and pork belly, and cauliflower tempura. Then the pizzas! All of which are fine, even according to my correctly snobbish Italian team mate. The desserts of macarons and brownies are a tad underwhelming, but none of us are particularly mindful at this point. I move onto the water quite early, as it is still a Thursday, but even before my second drink I committed a semi-major faux pas, so here we are. Would it be a work social without that?