Last day of the work year, isn’t it. I’ll mainly be floating around the office thanking people for their hard graft. After lunch we’ll have a glass of champagne and I’ll tell everyone (well most people) they’re getting a bonus and can go home early. The mood will be celebratory, my suit’s immaculate, i’ll have a sore shoulder from all the pats on the back, i’ll be cheered out of the room like a retiring pugilist. I’m absolutely, categorically, 100% not ending the scene getting into a Robin Hood taxi with an armful of scrunched-up carrier bags.