1. Redcoats use a LOT of hair gel. Most of them look like Patrick Kielty's younger, fatter brothers.
2. We have been at the seaside for two days and are yet to see the sea.
3. I am still incapable of dealing with a buffet without making myself ill. I simply have no internal cues to stop myself eating disgusting food. Especially that really really cheap ice cream. Consequently I feel more or less permanently sick.
4. Butlins has done something very bad to my brain. Maybe all the transfats have made their way up to my skull and are eating my neurones. Whatever. I can barely think, or speak, and certainly can't write. By tomorrow I may well be just resting my head on the keyboard and posting a series of randomly selected characters.
Ugh, see? I wrote that about 2 hours ago and fell into a sort of trance, with drooling and a cricked neck. Posting before things get any worse.