House of Fun Weekender with Madness
We set the scene; Butlins. Depths of an English winter. Men and women of middle ages wear t-shirts that remind them of their youth and of their middles that are aged. Hundreds of people squashed into the shadows along the back wall. Watching from behind their beers. A few brave ones edge toward the stage. Come forward! What can we give you if we can’t see you? We had to go through the motions and hope they weren’t distracted by the vomity psychedelia of the carpet patterns.
