So once again the great waistband test, just how much weight have you put on
since you last wore the dinner jacket? The Circus clowns and clownettes spilled
over on to two tables this year. No not because of the wait measurements,
because of the numbers...
Doodle forgets his bow tie.
Wingco looks the gift horse in the mouth
A big cheer for Wingco, who was presented the Jim Heelan Memorial Trophy, and
richly deserved say all of us of 11 and 12 groups. Wingco insists it was a
collective prize, but us clowns know that he who takes the responsibility
deserves the credit. Congratulations.
Steve drops round for a night cap.
Kim tells Debbie what's what
Ties off and the dancing commences. I managed to convince everyone that I have
had knee surgery (I have!) and am excused my usual performance of the nail in
foot (couldn't convince Mike to give me a discount though as I only wanted the
dinner).
"I paid a bloody fortune for those".
Carol recounts her latest engine failure on takeoff
And as the night wears on, more silliness ensues, more wine is drunk, and even
more is spilt. Time to go and we watch two stretch limos manoeuvre round the car
park, one more and it would have been total grid lock!
Don Pedro takes a nap
See the Andrewsfield website for the majority of the photos (courtesy of Carol).
If I may steal a quote from Steve: "Once again I think we all looked lovely, and
so did the ladies!!!"
