I'LL BE FRANK
This time around our chosen REDCOAT is FRANK WORRALL
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Hello! I'm Frank.
Welcome to my webpage. |
We've
all done it. I sat at work dreaming of
what
might be: 'A Redcoat,' I thought - having spent many happy holidays as
a
child at Butlins. I went to the Butlins Office in the Bull Ring Centre
Birmingham
and, after convincing the interviewers that I was not completely
insane,
and had some talent and ability, they offered me the position of Camp
Chairman
/ G.D Redcoat, at Barry. So there I was, a green lad in a red coat.
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VARIOUS WEEKLY CAMPERS' COMMITTEES - and me!! |
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By the Swimming Pool |
Overlooking the Rose Garden |
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At the entrance to the Grosvenor Restaurant. |
At the end of the Chalet lines. |
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The Camp
photographer did very well finding a different location for each
photograph. |
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And here's me
with 24 members of the Escape Committee. |
I was taken on
because of my musical skills.
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I can honestly
say, I'm the greatest piano player |
It wasn't all House Chairman duties. Here I am at the Sunday morning games - 'Meet the Reds.'
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Men doing what men have to do - kiss women's feet. |
Taken during a visit by Sir Billy Butlin!! |
No! That's not me.
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'TARZAN' ...... |
..... and 'JANE' |
ENTER MRS WORRALL
Everyone loves a nurse. Even more so, one in uniform. Imagine if you had twenty-eight to choose from!!
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The one that took my eye is seated in the middle row, third from left. The lovely Marion. |
Once I got my eye on Marion, I didn't take it off her.
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On duty ... |
Off duty ... |
I followed that girl everywhere. In those days, they called it 'courting.' Nowadays, it's called 'stalking.'
Just to make sure I didn't over-step my bounds, she brought her mother on Camp.
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Marion and her mum standing next to the wedding car!! |
And then the
season all-to-soon came to an
end.
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wondering why all the nursery nurses are looking so sad, it's because it's the end-of-season party. No-one wanted to go home. |
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But I wasn't sad. I'd had a great season, and was going home with the biggest and best souvenir I could wish for - my lovely wife Marion.
Frank Worrall
