Then there were the pig races. Yes really (all on the screens again, although I admit I did expect a bunch of greased up pigs to run squealing by the bar). If your pig won you got a prize.
And finally the raffle. Which again, much to our surprise, we won! We nearly didn't - we were at the bar when the tickets were drawn and didn't have them on us. It was only because Steve went sprinting back to our table yelling "don't redraw, I think it's my ticket!" while one of the others was frantically waving our ticket in the air and yelling "don't redraw, it's Steve's ticket!" that we managed to claim our prize.
Our prize was the most amazing hamper stuffed full of Christmas goodies. The kind of hamper you only really see on television and wonder 'who buys that?'. It is filled with things I would never actually buy as I never buy them at any other point in the year. Things like shortbread and jam, Baileys and seed mix. It actually feels like Christmas in a basket.