What oh what has happened to the office Christmas party this year of our lord, 2025?
For my generation, the locus classicus of this seasonal revel is that office party in Love, Actually, the 21-year-old Richard Curtis classic that feels like a glittery, sparkly bauble of days far away and long ago: so much so that Love, Actually is probably now used as a training film for HR and management as how not to have a Christmas party, as it falls merrily foul of every new guideline holding employers responsible for what staff get up to at an office party (more of that later).
