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...
...or Nigel.
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.
Giddyup.
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