Looking back on family holidays as a kid, I can honestly say that we were the original “Staycation” family. We never took a holiday abroad but then again not many people did then. There were the odd few people who went to Spain. I remember clearly one person in my class going to Bulgaria. Not the most obvious choice at the best of times back then but was memorable for the fact that they went some 3 months after the Chernobyl disaster in the Ukraine. With the rest of Eastern Europe doing their best to run West, they were gladly hurtling East in search of the sun. Must have been one great salesperson and one hell of a deal!
We never had that problem as my parents were keen to holiday in the UK. My Mam and Dad had a great holiday years before I was born in Newquay. So, in 1979 they decided that they should go back. This time with me in tow. 5 years old travelling some 350 miles in the back of an Austin Allegro. 2 weeks of great weather only marred by my tonsillitis that struck not long after we arrived and subsided not long before we were to come home. Memories of which my parent still regale today. Other holidays included Scarborough, Blackpool and Torquay. However the holiday that I remember the best is the one in which we went to Butlins at Skeggy. I was 14 years old, freakishly tall and thin and had possibly the worst haircut going. By today’s Premier League footballer standard however I was ahead of my time. I went with my Mam, Dad and 7 year old brother. It was August 1988.
Yazz and the Plastic Population were at No 1 with “The only way is up”, Liverpool were champions of the Football League Division 1 and Who Framed Roger Rabbit was big at the flicks. I was getting ready to start my GCSE’s but that was not until the September. It was sunny August and we were travelling this time in a light brown Vauxhall Cavalier to Skegness. The holiday was booked at the last minute as there was a special deal on at the Co-Op in Wallsend. It cost £80 for all four of us and was for a self catering chalet. My Mam assures me that we stayed in Silver accommodation in the Roman Village. She also has a vivid memory of there being a packet of Bachelors “Supa Noodles” in the room waiting for us on our arrival. She was never certain if this was something thrown in by Butlins to ensure that its self catering families had at least one meal or if they had simply been left by the previous family. I quite like to believe that they were provided as part of the holiday. I mean, who does not like Supa Noodles? The first day was taken up with unpacking and finding our way about. It seemed huge as a 14 year old and the amount of stuff to do was endless. I was heavily into sport and signed up with just about everything. Football, Badminton and Athletics featured heavily. I remember playing football all week with the same bunch of kids and at the end of the week playing the Red Coats. This is a vague memory though. What I do remember was playing exceptionally bad consistently through the week. The coach who took the training and arranged the games was a fella called Arthur, I think, second from the left on the below photo. I seem to remember him having some past life with Arsenal. At the end of the week we were all called for the official team photo. I would love to know what they are all up to now.

Where are they now? Especially the lad at the front
The bad photos did not end there. I was presented with a certificate which I think I earned for playing Badminton. Not sure what I had to do to get it. I assume hit the shuttle cock back and forth without injuring anyone. Mind you it could have been for anything. Sadly no one can remember and the certificate cant be found.

Come on. No one looked good in 1988
Receiving certificates is pleasant enough but there were other things on the go through the day that my brother Kevin got involved with. As a 7 year old he loved his bike and was delighted to find a BMX course with ramps and jumps. Usually you had to make do with a brick and piece of wood but not here. There were even crash helmets to wear! I remember not being able to get him away from the BMX track. I was not quite as into it but then again there is nothing graceful about a gangly 6ft teenager trying to peddle a BMX quickly over a ramp. Really, I am a realist.

Stopping for a photo on the 500th lap

Hitting the ramp at 50mph despite the sign clearly stating a 10mph limit
Swimming was more my thing and was the thing for 75% of the family. 25% of the family could not swim and therefore would not entertain going into the indoor pool. This was a shame as it was the only thing that would get my brother off the BMX track for a while and reunite the family as a unit again. Then one day we managed to do the impossible. Something that is still talked about today yet has never been repeated in 22 years. We got my Mam into the swimming pool. All three of us kind of held up our Mam above the water as she was dragged through the water. The terror of this rendered her limbs motionless yet her mouth still worked. Needless to say it was a short flirtation with the water but one which she remembers clearly. Not because of the panic of not being able to swim but the near broken neck trying to get out of the pool. Probably a good lesson learned. Mam was much more at ease at the outside pool watching us from the safety of a chair.

Poser!

Again...Poser!
Evenings were great fun largely because we were able to stay up and wander about. Me and my younger brother were happy to entertain ourselves for a while which was was good for Mam and Dad as they could relax and have a drink on their own. On one of the evenings Mam and Dad went to see Berni Flint in cabaret. I am told that he was a big name back then having won Opportunity Knocks in 1977 and having a No 1 hit single. I don’t remember it at all but will have a look on iTunes to see if I can find him. Failing that, Google!
Bingo was a much loved game in our house growing up, especially my grandparents so the offer of a game of bingo at Butlins was not passed up. Just as well as on the first night Mam and Dad won £40. Half of the cost of the holiday. Happy days! Fresh from the win and hungry for more they went back another night and won another £40. The price of the holiday paid for by the Bingo and Butlins! Me and Kev were probably at the slots trying to get the petrol money back.
So there you have it, in a nutshell, our family holiday to Butlins in Skegness. August 1988. Memories of a really happy holiday that I hope we can repeat for my family when we go in the near future. I am sure that things have changed drastically since then but realise that people still want the same things no matter what the decade is. They want a great holiday at a great price and where everyone, young or old, is catered for. We cant wait for our holiday to Butlins if not for the pool or the live entertainment, then for the prospect of complimentary Supa Noodles in our room. Gorgeous!