My daughter's school hosted a charity dinner dance to raise funds for the school. (Everything in this country functions on charity). It was a spectacular doo and the combined total from tickets, raffle and auctions was a shade over £4000. The auctions included, among other things, holidays in a French Gite / Spanish Villa which went for £1100 and £800 respectively, a signed running vest from Mo Farrah, Olympic Gold in 5,000m & 10,000m which went for £350 after a fierce exchange of bids. There were also a number of other bits and bobs from bottles of wine to an electronic picture frame that all contributed to the final total. A most enjoyable night and all in a worthy cause...
Some pictures for your enjoyment.

My mate Gary has finally bitten the bullet and donned the Kilt. He's been dying to for years if truth be known.

His lovely wife Lisa was a bit sceptical initially. She's a proper Lancastrian and the kilt to her is a bit of a foreign garment. Once she was used to the idea though she didn't mind so much and said she thought Gary looked the bees knees. Gary also borrowed some glasses to look more like mee (most amusing).

There were 137 people at the gig and we sat at table ten as a party of twelve. We ditched the traditional boy girl boy girl seating and placed all the ladies at one end and all the blokes at the other (so we could talk motorbikes, football and beer ... in fact all manner of manly things).

And the beer and wine flowed copiously as the three course meal was served.

Our lovely wifeys were also...

...In the mood for a good time.
Some pictures for your enjoyment.

My mate Gary has finally bitten the bullet and donned the Kilt. He's been dying to for years if truth be known.

His lovely wife Lisa was a bit sceptical initially. She's a proper Lancastrian and the kilt to her is a bit of a foreign garment. Once she was used to the idea though she didn't mind so much and said she thought Gary looked the bees knees. Gary also borrowed some glasses to look more like mee (most amusing).

There were 137 people at the gig and we sat at table ten as a party of twelve. We ditched the traditional boy girl boy girl seating and placed all the ladies at one end and all the blokes at the other (so we could talk motorbikes, football and beer ... in fact all manner of manly things).

And the beer and wine flowed copiously as the three course meal was served.

Our lovely wifeys were also...

...In the mood for a good time.
