Diary remembers one agency party last year during which a couple of hired actors faked an argument, took all their clothes off and simulated sex before a gaggle of bemused onlookers.
Still, not everyone is as well prepared. Take Capital Radio Group; at a recent company party to celebrate Burns Night, some of the agency's top brass were concerned the evening wasn't Scottish enough. Up stepped Capital's resident Jock, Linda Grant, who raced out, collared a busking bagpiper, dragged him into the Capital offices and ordered him to whip up a highland racket.
In this financial climate, could this sort of cut-price approach to entertainment be the shape of things to come?