A western saloon in the middle of deepest, darkest Kent - with its own fake western town attached! Who knew?
Anyway, we were there on Saturday night - The Dancing Dog Saloon - for a top evening of pink and furry rock 'n' roll.
Vive Le Pink put on a top show, all guns blazing.
Luckily, there were no real guns blazing.
But tins of sweets aplenty.
Nigel seemed to be a bit aggrieved that someone was trying to take his 'Closest to the Ceiling' prize.
Miss Le Pink only had eyes for Phil...
The Duke obviously didn't like being outdone by a parachuting albino Santa.
A brilliant venue and a top-ten-gallon-hat of an evening.