Saturday 1 September 2007

Osmington Bay 1986

This was the year i was re-united with a bluecoat from 1983, Paulette Clark, she would be Assistant Ents Manager, She was very fair and great to work for although did have her moments. I suppose we all liked the limelight and the loudest cheer at the end of the week in au-revoir, but Paulette always won. She was popular with guests due to her bubbly personality and because we knew each other i sort of got a little bit of special treatment and my daily rota was usually ok.
Osmington was also an adults only camp and on a very steep incline, people in wheelchairs almost had the people pushing having heart attacks trying to get them from the dining room to the ballroom. This was my second season without kids and starting to enjy adult conversation and entertainment and not having to do the sunday morning dishing out of captain croc t-shirts in a million sizes and it took hours in the peak school holidays.
I liked Osmington, it overlooked the naval base at Portland, Weymouth and the only thing i disliked was the shared bath facilities. I did initially share a wooden cabin but David ( left in picture ) he left half way through and i managed to hang onto the large chalet for myself which housed 2 beds 2 sets of drawers a sink and a toilet. Pauletter had a guest chalet with proper bathroom and i was so jealous of that as having to leave my cabin when it was raining and windy and walk 3-4- cabins uphill to the bath block was not good. As bluecoats we could have sometimes 30-45 minutes from day duties and then change and bath into evening wear so if the bath was occupied i had no time to wait and sometimes had to miss out which i hated. The biggest mistake Pontins made in 1986 at Osmington was to trial 18-30's guests for 6 weeks from end of July until beginning of September, what a disaster. The centre housed about 1500 guests when full and some weeks we had 150-200, and the line dances the children and "normal" pontins people liked did not go down too well, neither did the muppet style orchestra in the ballroom, we struggled. Some cabarets had been specially booked for this and went down well in the smaller disco/venue next to the ballroom. Other acts struggled as this type of guest wanted to stand by the bar swilling lager and looking at us making complete fool sof ourselves doing ths chucky chucky and wondering " what the hell am i doing here"?
Bingo also suffered and this was a huge profit making twice daily event for Pontins, afternoon sessions never took place due to lack of numbers and evening bingo had prize money of pittance!!
Colin Green was the entertainments manager and sort of blended in at the bar chatting with the guys and trying his best, Paulette was most popular with the groups of lads and she managed to win over some great mates and actually get them to enjoy themselves.
The ramble was more like a mountaineering expedition to Lulworth Cove, it took hours and steep ocean side cliffs had to be climbed. I was exhausted after that but great views in good weather.
When September came and the Cauliflower brigade returned ( white permed hair) the camp was buzzing again , bingo was packed and so was teh ballroom floor, i always seem to be able to communicate better with older people and loved their stories from years ago which were not only interesting, they made them feel special just because i was interested.
We had so many staff leave and join i really do struggle with names, we had two great life guards who worked long hours and looking back never got recognition or motivated and their job was prettyboring staring at the water all day. We had two dedicated people for sports, a guy called Stuart and a female colleague, we also had Paul who was in charge of the sports centre, snooker, darts etc. He sort of loved the girl attention when we had the 18-30's but got bored when the oldies returned. The highlight of my week was Thursday nights when our band was off and Jack Hawkins band filled in. They had a great reputation and had worked Cunards QE2 and other ships. Their singer, Phil Blackmore ( in one of pictures at bar to my left) he melted me when he sang and i sort i had a little stupid crush and used to blush if i was within 10 feet of him. He was straight and was seeing one of our waitresses who was a pretty young blond girl. Jack and his musicians wowed the crowd, you could always tell when a cabaret or band were good as at midnight the ballroom was still full. If you had a naff night the last waltz would be played to bluecoats only as everyone else had gone to bed, that happened a lot in all centres. The other venue then took over for Disco music until 1am, i hated doing the DJ as we all had to take it it turns, it was usually full of staff spending their hard earned pittance of a wage and handing it back to Pontins over the bar!! I always tried to save a few hundred quid each season as to work long and hard and walk away with nothing would have been pointless.
Osmington was also my first ever experience with drugs, NOT taking them but a member of staff had been seen with them and his accomodation searched and drugs were found. He had the normal one hour to pack and leave and was escorted off camp. This caused the camp FM to start up and gave us something to talk about and also frighten those who were maybe also taking drugs, i am now and have always been ANTI drugs. My 5 seasons at Pontins taught me to enjoy myself and be able to do anything without drugs or alcohol and this is how it remains today. I did smoke then but that was my only vice.
A bluecoats training included the art or "circulating tables" within a venue a keeping it to 10 minutes per table, however if you had a group of great guest who smoked, offered you cigarettes and bought you the odd coke you often found yourself there for hours and sometimes reminded by management who had sadly been timing you.
The season ended at beginning of October and i suppose i was used to the tearful goodbye's of colleagues who you had just spent 7 days a week with for many months and probably would never see them again. I packed up my things a few weeks before to sort of get them into some or order and waited the dreaded last day, Uniform, ID, chalet check and many other formalities had to be completed before you were given you last pay packet and bonus and permission to leave. All very regimental but a thing which happened in all the camps as some people did wreck their chalets or cause some damage and this came out of their last pay packet.





David, Piata, Guest, Paulette and Gary ( me). Copacabana ( seem to be doing this a lot)

Gary and Paulette after a lunchtime sing-a-long.



Paulette in her cabaret in ballroom backed by jack Hawkins



Colin Green Entertainments manager




Andrea, Gary, Colin and ???? maybe Sue!!





Our spoof on Fergie's wedding in 1986, i was "HRH THE QUEEN" Paulette was Fergie, Asst camp manager was Prince Andrew, The two camp nurses are in frilly frocks ( dont't know why) and even Ged was a Paige boy as he visited me a lot from Newcastle and he had to save to come as his earnings were low then and the coach journey from Newcastle to Weymouth too about 8-9 hours. ( bless!!!).






Jack Hawkins and his fine Orchestra.







Andrea on her day of followed by the trombonist from Jack Hawkins Orchestra who sadly committed suicide, Gary and Phil the singer from the band i mentioned earlier.








3 comments:

MartinEnduro said...

Hi, Just stumbled on your blog. My wife, Angela, was a Bluecoat at Sand Bay in 1981. She moved to Brean Sands in 1982, and I (Martin) joined that year. We had a great season. We spent xmas 1982 at Seacroft (Great Yarmouth), and returned for the 1983 season. A 'falling out' with the Ents Manager (Ricky G) led to us being transferred to Wick Ferry, Bournemouth, where we had a wonderful season. We've both enjoyed reading your blog. Kind regards,
Martin Hill-Jones (mhilljones@btinternet.com)

MartinEnduro said...

Think I've said it all ... Hope life is well with you.
Regards,

Martin

GG10 said...

Martin, i had the unfortunate season with Ricky G at Sand Bay in 1985, he was like a sergeant major, worked us into the ground, breakfast duty every morning and working until after midnight each day, however the guests clicked onto his HOY fiddle and he was marched off the camp in shame for fraudulent behaviour, i later found out he had passed away....

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