And so it all started rather sedately. We cruised along the broads, pimms in hands, with a little ragtime playing gently in the background. By the time we hit the shore however, (in true foxmurphy style), things got a little rowdier...
Greg won the glory title of Bronco King by staying on the longest (Frannie's effort could only be construed as cheating)...Chris learned to fire a gun (when he eventually figured out where the trigger was!)...Lee W broke a rib on a Spacehopper...Caroline S played inflatable guitar like only a rock chick can (we weren't sure whether the song would ever end)...and Tom's attempts at pole dancing climaxed in a couple of rather nasty falls (ouch). It's all on camera, have a look at our little album on the right.
It was a celebration to be proud of. We were reminded of the people past and present that have contributed to making foxmurphy the success it is today. It was a fitting tribute to the last ten years of success, talent, hard work and friendship.
There might be a few sore heads in the agency today but we haven't heard any complaints. Here's to the next ten years!