... by 10pm it was busy in the Framlingham Railway but then a lot more relaxed people appeared and it was suddenly very busy.  Gratifyingly the British Legion was pretty nearly full when we arrived but the entertainment stopped for a break and bewilderingly the room emptied?  They can't all be smokers?  Ah, a lovely buffet next door.

The Hoss was heaving with good natured good times and there was some room on the dance floor if you could get to it.  Spectacular lighting and Andy Rae kept that music coming, not a good idea to get too close to the bass bins though!

The Con Club was proving that you don't have to be young to be bad and there's still room in this world for dark beers; in the Crown lots of well dressed people were dancing to a five piece No Spring Chicken (just love that accordion) augmented by Beaky.

Off duty waiter Chris was getting a new year's kiss rather early but all was not well, our world was about to be rocked.  There was to be NO conga line!  Are you sure?  Yes.  Reeling we stumbled out into the night to take comfort in a bottle conditioned Marston's Pedigree in the Crown and Anchor where a young man told us