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...a right old knees-up

Fabulous night enjoyed by all

The evening was warm, the beer (from our new local source) excellent, the band... well St George and the Trombone (for so they are called) kept everyone dancing until the end and a great many club members held hands with a man. And I'm not just talking about the women!

The evening started whilst it was still light. The smell of the hog-roast was enticing and the bar did a roaring trade

Right from the start the dance floor was full, with couples (some pretty odd looking I can tell you) and kids queueing up to swing their partners and do-si-do to the strains of the Virginia Reel or some such melody.

Wendy and her gang of helpers had set the marquee up with walk-through access to the bar - repeating last year's excellent formula.

Iffy titfers and spurs...

The proliferation of cuban-heeled boots and cowboy hats tells me that either we have a number of members with a secret passion for line dancing, or with extremely dodgy dress-sense. You know who you are! PS - the picture on the right is related to the paragraph above about the organisation - not the one here about dress sense. Having depicted Wendy once this year as an old geezer with a beard I'm not looking for a life-shortening encounter; honest!

The band consisted of a keyboard, a drummer, a squeezebox and, as their name implies, a bloke with a trombone. Unlikely as it sounds they were excellent and together with the caller (St George?) had everyone leaping around all evening.

The hog roast was a huge success with double-helpings for everyone and there was a lot of pig to go round! Crackling, just the way mum used to make it topped off the experience together with plenty of apple-sauce.

The chef told me it took 6-8 hours to cook him - we took about 1 hour to eat him!

After the feasting, it was back to the dance floor as the band struck up again and, fuelled by pig and beer, the assembled masses contrived to cavort around the marquee like a herd of manic wildebeest who have just seen a pride of hungry lions. Sorry - got carried away there - I mean we danced some more.

You can see where the wildebeest thought came from...

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