Sizzling night at Midsummer Ball

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TRISH TAKES FIVE: By blogger Trish Burgess

You will have success in everything you do...next Saturday.”

This was the rather odd message I received in my fortune cookie at the Spalding Midsummer Ball where, for its 20th anniversary, the committee surpassed themselves with a truly stunning Chinese-themed night.

Dozens of colourful parasols were suspended from the ceiling of the main room at Springfields, the stage was lit with Chinese lanterns and each table was decorated with paper dragons. The hot reds and pinks in the vast hall matched perfectly the sultry, stormy weather Spalding experienced on that midsummer night.

A menu including Szechuan Bang Bang chicken and Chinese red cooked loin of pork was accompanied by a selection of glorious cocktails featuring lychee puree, passion fruit and mango.

The auction, which is the main fundraiser at the event, included holidays from Brancaster to the Balearics, a brewery tour in Bedford and a Kingside bed. Hopefully the charities this year: Action Medical Research, Macmillan Cancer Support and LIVES (Lincolnshire Integrated Voluntary Emergency Service) will benefit greatly from the generosity of South Holland’s partygoers.

The main prize for the table flutter was an overnight stay in London to see Miss Saigon. The heat was certainly on in Spalding and as the temperature soared and the entertainment began. I wouldn’t have been surprised if a helicopter had landed in the middle of the dance floor, such is the committee’s dedication to providing guests with a night to remember.

There was a dazzling display from a magnificent red dragon which greeted guests as they arrived. This was followed by the very welcome return of the RPJ Band who had delivered a thundering set two years ago. Led by Rick Parfitt Junior, son of the Status Quo rocker, this uber-talented group of session musicians know how to keep a crowd on its feet. The steam was rising from the dance floor as the bass thudded rhythmically in our chests.

In another room, the bar and Veena Cornish photography were kept busy and the new addition of a casino added an exciting element to the proceedings. My favourite corner, the gift tree area, was the first port of call for many of us, lured by the promise of a gift for every tenner spent. This year we came home with a bottle of champagne, some shrubs and a handful of CDs by those other hardy perennials, Take That and Lionel Ritchie.

I also came home with a hat. Part of the silent auction, a beautiful lime green and purple Philip Treacy creation had been donated. I tried whenever possible, when having a wander around Springfields, to take a detour to the silent auction table so I could just sigh in front of it. Luckily my bid was the highest and I took my treasured titfer back home where I sat wearing it whilst demolishing a bacon sarnie at some ridiculous hour of the morning.

My fortune looks good for next Saturday but I’m not sure it will come close to this one.

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