This is what happens when your work heads over to Featherston for its Christmas party.
This is what happens when one of your work colleagues has a big camera fetish.
This is what happens when another of your work colleagues keeps a (special, improperly tuned three-stringed) ukulele lying around their place.
It's also what happens when you shoot dated film, apparently.
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