My sister had a flat whilst waiting for their house to sell when they moved to Weymouth. Lovely, on the front, above shops cafes etc and in all its Georgian splendour, including a balcony overlooking the prom.

However... Directly below her on the beach was the Punch and Judy. After 12 hours if intermittent swizzling, (is it a swizzle? I recall its something like that..) you become word perfect and a paid up member of the Mr Punch Abolition Society.......

I thought it was funny mind.