BUTLINS BARRY 1969 FRANK WORRALL
I'LL BE FRANK
This time around our chosen REDCOAT is FRANK WORRALL
We've all done it. I sat at work dreaming of
might be: 'A Redcoat,' I thought - having spent many happy holidays as
child at Butlins. I went to the Butlins Office in the Bull Ring Centre
and, after convincing the interviewers that I was not completely
and had some talent and ability, they offered me the position of Camp
/ G.D Redcoat, at Barry. So there I was, a green lad in a red coat.
I was taken on because of my musical skills.
It wasn't all House Chairman duties. Here I am at the Sunday morning games - 'Meet the Reds.'
No! That's not me.
ENTER MRS WORRALL
Everyone loves a nurse. Even more so, one in uniform. Imagine if you had twenty-eight to choose from!!
Once I got my eye on Marion, I didn't take it off her.
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.
And then the season all-to-soon came to an
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.
It was a season that has shaped my life ever, which I'm sure it has done for many of you. And to prove it, I'm still very happily married to Marion these forty-one years on.
Remember: 'Once you have worn that red coat, you are a Redcoat for life' and, all these years later, I am still proud to have worn one.