When I was a kid, I used to be whisked off to Butlin’s on my holidays with my mum and dad, which was kind of alright, looking back. In the mornings they used to wake you up for breakfast, if it was sunny, by playing “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah” on the Tannoy, but if it was raining then they’d just give you breakfast. If it was played to you whatever the weather, it would
