Starting with this one...

It was last Tuesday and the weather was vile, so we scouted the region for indoor attractions to keep us dry, settling on a visit to Bygones, some kind of museum of ancient, mostly Victorian tat, crammed into glass cases, which you are then forced to shuffle past in single file, in suffocating heat, expressing astonishment at the bloke in front who is recording the whole thing on his video camera.

Anyway, the sole highlight was the appearance of what the curators - although i think that's too grand a term for the people behind this shambles - had sensititively abbreviated to a golly. When we finally escaped from the purgatory that was Bygones we strolled round the surround ing streets, which also preserved the authentic feel of a bygone era, to the extent that they had a tape shop that was stuffed with Jethro's finest work, and a shop was actually selling gollies!

Don't worry this was the only bad bit of the holiday!