Last night was their Christmas Party and a bloody good time it was too. Iain blagged himself a ticket and one for Scally too, then the fun commenced: mince pies, Santa hats, streamers, crackers, poppers (no, not that sort), rocket balloons and all the rest of that festive jazz. The place rapidly filled to bursting point as we were joined by Marcus, David, Ian and Darren, just before the panto started.
They're a funny old thing pantos. And yes, the tradition extended to New Zealand. I have memories of yore, going to see the Oamaru Repertory Society's production of Aladdin (I think my mother was a random washerwoman or something) and enjoying the festive ham of it all. For their turn, assorted staff and regulars of The Retro Bar turned in a rip-snorting Readers Digest version of Cinderella, clocking in at a mere twenty minutes, yet encapsulating all the camp old nonsense that is pantomime. Boys as girls. Girls as boys. Ugly old dames. "Behind you ... behind you!". "Oh no you're not ... oh, yes I am!". You know the deal. Carols, Santa and snow also made an appearance and after a shot of Goldschlager, everyone felt richer (without becoming too ding dong merrily on high, I might add).
Landlady Wendy, take a bow. You sure know how to throw one hell of a party!
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