Which one? I went to the one in North Wales a long time ago, the entertainment is incredibly cheesy and food/drink expensive, think of it as like going to the KC as an away fan. Can't fault the accommodation and if your lucky Chico might be there. We, like most, got our shopping done online and delivered when we got there rather than paying their prices.
'Thus I am tormented by my curiosity and humbled by my ignorance.' from History of an Old Bramin, The New York Mirror (A Weekly Journal Devoted to Literature and the Fine Arts), February 16th 1833.
'Thus I am tormented by my curiosity and humbled by my ignorance.' from History of an Old Bramin, The New York Mirror (A Weekly Journal Devoted to Literature and the Fine Arts), February 16th 1833.
One of my boys is playing in a football tournament there.
So you're going to be at Butlins listening to a yet to be determined number of psychopath soccer dads who are living out their frustrated sporting dreams vicariously through their sons, as they shout such tactically astute advice as 'get rid of it' and 'keep going'? You'll have a lovely time, I'm sure.
If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle.
So you're going to be at Butlins listening to a yet to be determined number of psychopath soccer dads who are living out their frustrated sporting dreams vicariously through their sons, as they shout such tactically astute advice as 'get rid of it' and 'keep going'? You'll have a lovely time, I'm sure.
Thats about the size of it. A personal favourite is the cry of "good battling". Usually shouted about 100 times during a game but if a right footed 9 year old picks a pass with his left foot it doesnt get a mention. Thats why we are rubbish at football in this country.
So you're going to be at Butlins listening to a yet to be determined number of psychopath soccer dads who are living out their frustrated sporting dreams vicariously through their sons, as they shout such tactically astute advice as 'get rid of it' and 'keep going'? You'll have a lovely time, I'm sure.