IF you can’t go all-out at Christmas, when can you?

That’s what people (mistakenly) always say, and that’s what makes the Christmas party the most cringetastic event of the year.

Whether it’s the cliché of photocopying your backside at the work do or a big Christmas Eve with friends that ends in a police cell, it all goes on.

We asked you to send us some of you Christmas party confessions and, frankly, we were disgusted and terrified.

Here are some of your antics (identities withheld for a range of legal/decency reasons)...

"At my first Christmas party with this company last year we were all given ‘indoor’ sparklers during dinner…

"A spark spat out onto the paper napkin on my lap and set fire, I jumped up screaming so it fell to the floor and set fire to the carpet. Naturally my instinct was to pat it out with my foot but my tights then set alight.

"The rest is a blur – I have no idea how it was put out in the end but I thankfully escaped with just a scorched toe, ruined shoe and tights, and I mayyy have burnt a significant hole in the hotel’s carpet…

"Our table was also at the front of the room for all to see, and I was later told that I had crashed into someone carrying drinks who happened to be passing by my chair at the time.

"I’ve politely requested no sparklers are present this year…"

“A bit giddy, and worse for wear, I went to sit down and compose myself in the toilets. When I came to several hours later I found the party had long since finished and the cleaners hard at work”

“Thoroughly dishevelled, I had to sheepishly ask reception to call a taxi.”

“Everyone was dancing around to Feeling Hot, Hot, Hot in a circle. It was quite a big group. One of the girls was wearing just a skirt and, as she was dancing, *something* flew out onto the dancefloor. Everyone saw.

“One woman said it she thought it was a mouse scurrying across the floor.”

“One year, when I was quite new, I got a call saying one of my colleagues was stuck in the toilet. I had to go into the cubicle to release them.”

“Last year at my Christmas party I was trying to do the Gangnam Style - not very well - while holding my drink.

“I spilt it on the floor and one of my colleagues walked past and fell over. They had to go to A and E where they found out they had broken their arm.”

“I arrived at my new job and the first thing I received was a letter from a lady – who did not work for us - with a cleaning bill for a suit that had been ruined by flying sprouts at the bar where we had our Christmas party.”

“One of the owners at a restaurant where I worked was called Wally. Unfortunately they were incredibly generous with the free drinks at the Christmas party, to the extent where I thought it was hilarious to shout "WHERE’S WALLY?" every couple of minutes. My next shift was awkward.”

Have you been upto no good at a Christmas party? E-mail jim.palmer@london.newsquest.co.uk and we'll add it to the story. And, yes, we will keep your name out of it...