I’m going on holiday to Butlins this weekend in Somerset. For anyone not in the UK, Butlins are those cheap and cheerful holiday camps that sprang up here after the war. They provided kiss-me-quick fun and light saucy entertainment. And Somerset is the place where they milk cows, drink scrumpy cider and mainly eat apples.
Then around the 70s international travel became more affordable and the Brits went abroad to get pissed on their holidays. So Butlins died.
These days, Butlins has become the site of music festivals off-season, which is what I’m going to. The Event is called The Nightmare Before Christmas, and details can be found here.
Bands playing include Battles, Caribou and erm… Gary Numan! Best of all though, is that I get to stay in a chalet instead of a shitty tent.