"I have just been on a New Year Jolly Boys/Girls at Pakefield. This is not my first time and will not be the last. A great time was had by all. The entertainment (Four Tops) was good and the Fosters was the best I have ever had."
OK, does Fosters vary from place to place, like they say Guinness does in Ireland?
"During the last four decades we have mainly visited Blackpool, and then did the Dolphin in Brixham which burnt down, Also, South Devon which then became the Torbay Chalet, and Barton Hall which was actually owned by Fred Pontins and is now a PLG centre.
We have recently stayed at Wall Park in Brixham on a Sun Holiday as we live in Devon, this centre is reasonable, and also Prestatyn last May 2006 which was disappointing, it was like a housing estate and the entertainment complex smelt damp and foisty. "
And the puppet show is a hit:
"I've been coming here for fishing week for 8 years and i am now 16, it?s the best holiday ever and I and my mates gave the bluecoats a good laugh by doing the party dances! (I AM THE MIMIC MAN) We have a good laugh with the PGL staff and have noticed how they seem to tape the cabaret and play them in the lobby the rest of the week.
We love the neon puppet shows and Kicks and Tricks and wouldn?t dream of going anywhere else, Colin is a really dudey bluecoat and didnt realise he'd been pegged. My mates were moaning bout the 'old' cabaret but mowtown is better than rap any day!
Can?t wait till next year, when I was little I was convinced I wanted to be a bluecoat when I grew up, kind of changed my mind but I wouldn?t mind doing PGL lol. I get so depressed when I have to go home (mainly because I?m leaving someone behind).
The highlights of the week are usually some thing really random like having a spider called Harry up in the corner and feeding it a cranefly called piccalilli. The people here are so friendly its unreal and 2p machines ROCK! "
The comment about leaving someone behind reminds me of when I went to Pontins when I was 15, with my friend's family (they went about four times a year) and she ended up seeing a Scots boy who was banned from later coming to visit as he went to a 'residential school'. (I thought that's just what Scots called boarding schools at the time.) Midway through the week, her boyfriend cycled the 30 miles up to see her which made things pretty difficult for the holiday boy.