Next stop on the June Tour was in Ropley, where Jane the Physio's daughter was getting married. (Jane single-handedly keeps the Hampshire farming community standing nice and erect by keeping our backs in good condition.) The deluge of the previous few days eased at last, allowing us to set up in reasonable conditions.
In fact, the whole day seemed remarkably relaxed. No-one shouted at Twiglet when she thought she'd go and have a snuffle in the kitchens. This outbreak of laissez-faire was too much for her and she had to go and have a lie-down in the trailer.
And here's a very dignified Tod getting the mixer desk all hunky-dory.
We made a nice gentle start at about nine o'clock, and the first dancer arrived with the first upbeat number, and the floor stayed busy for the whole evening. We had one or two lapses in concentration, and were nothing like as technically correct as we had been at Alresford Rugby Club, but the sound was excellent and everyone seemed to like us - apart from the lovely lass who was disconsolate at the news that, no, we don't do Copa Cobana. No, really, we don't.
Other highlights included the usual gaggle of girls gazing adoringly at Dan, and the nice blonde in the strapless dress who seemed convinced that we should see her underclothes. Very kind of her, but we were trying to concentrate. There was a very jolly and slightly over-lubricated discussion with one very important lady about the merits of wearing Spanx to church, but it would be unfair to name her here.
Next week, it's on to the legendary Kilmeston rave.
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