Marceline: We had possibly the best chalet in the site, a mere step away from the "action", yet surprisingly quiet. It also came complete with fully stocked kitchen with a pyramid of individual milk servings, widescreen TV + DVD player and a nest of tables. That's actually better equipped than my own home, especially with our recent boiler problems.

Chris: It was nice. We had no kitchen but it was warm and comfy. Good shower. weird smell though.

Greg Kitten: 100% Peasantville.  Bed in a box w/ en suite.

Simon: It was magic - pictures on the wall, microwave, widescreen TV, DVD player and sheer comfort. It couldn't have been much better!

Alex: Not bad.  Quite comfy.  The widescreen telly was a surprise.  It was a bit chilly at first but warmed up eventually.  Unfortunately, our neighbours had a prediliction for playing happy hardcore at 4am, so not much sleep was had. 

Alice: Luxury! We had a hairdryer, dvd player and everything. Almost better than home, definitely less mould and much quieter.

Marceline:I came prepared for SplashWorld or whatever it was called, but no-one else did and I am blind so couldn't go myself. So, the beach (pretty but freezing) and the fast food establishments (edible, just).

Chris: The Yacht Club for breakfast - very good. That was it.

Joe: I got my picture drawn by "Van Gogh".

Simon: Not many. I ate a Burger King meal that made me feel ill, and popped my head into the pub for a matter of seconds. I took advantage of the photo opportunity involving the large Billie the Butlins Bear statue, of course.

Alex: You mean other attractions?  We didn't bother with the swimming pool, though we did make use of the go-kart track, as mentioned.

Alice: I was disappointed that the rides were not open.

Marceline: Art School Confidential (instead of seeing MC5...) which was highly entertaining though missing an apparently crucial section when the DVD quite obviously skipped. Also, John Lydon on Judge Judy.

Chris: John Fahey live on Rockapalast 1978. I have seen it maybe 500 times already and I still missed the start of the Melvins to watch it again.

Greg Kitten: Wild at Heart.

Joe: The keyboard player from Sparks.

Simon: The film 'Art School Confidential' was great. I also enjoyed the Public Image Limited compilation that looked like it'd been knocked together on Thurston's VCR, and marvelling at John Lydon's unending sociopathy.

Alex: Terry Zwigoff and Daniel Clowse's "Art School Confidential"

Alice: Art School Confidential. No Trapped in the Closet this time.

Marceline: I bought surprisingly little so it will have to be the Holiday Assortment of fudge and humbugs for my workmates. Highly cheap and nasty though they quickly scoffed the lot. I also started the mini Haribo craze.

Chris: Breakfast at the Yacht Club. Best souvenir was Ron Asheton's plectrum though that was not bought but more a product of extreme good fortune.

Greg Kitten: My way out of Peasantville.

Joe: Finnigan's. Every day.

Simon: Heat magazine, on the way there. Some stars are getting fatter as Christmas looms, you know.

Alex: It was a pretty disappointing festival merchandise-wise.  None of the bands I really liked were represented at the stalls.  Came away with a Sunburned Hand of the Man CD-R which is pretty good, though.  And a Snickers, a Double-Decker and a packet of Softmints for the sake of getting eno ugh cashback to get us home on Monday morning, since all the ATMs were empty.

Alice: Haribo mini-mix! A Butlins rare breed of Haribo.

Marceline: Much nicer accommodation. Better shops. Much higher comedy photo potential. Great carpets.

Chris: Better chalets, free electricity, swimming pool looked awesome but knee ruled it out.

Greg Kitten: Sounded better.  Better acoustics/PA/both. I don't know which.

Simon: The amazing chalet and the overwhelming scale of the place compared to Pontins.

Alex: Nice, clean chalets.  With heating and free 'leccy.

Alice: The accommodation and general luxury; it was great to have a proper nights sleep.

Marceline: Too much like an airport and took literally hours to walk to your friends' chalets.

Chris: Feeling like you are in a shopping centre.

Greg Kitten: Seems too big, looks too much like a motorway service station.  No pie in shop.

Simon: The queues; or more accurately the need felt by people to queue for everything, without realising that simply by waiting until one second into a band's timeslot they could walk straight in with no delay.

Alex: Other than the queuing, I can't think of anything. 

Alice: Queues! The best thing about ATP used to be the nipping about to see as many different bands as possible. At Butlins you had to strategically plan your movements so that you are in the right room for the band-after-next in case you can’t get back in again. It made it all a bit of a hassle and I missed out on seeing quite a few bands that I would have liked to.

Marceline: A load of tedious US indie rock. Hopefully everyone will get a grip and vote for something FUN.

Chris: A load of fucking shit that gets to play anyway

Greg Kitten: BARDO POND? Maybe?

Simon: Sadly, a very typical ATP lineup I would imagine, and nothing particularly surprising. It'd be good to thrown in a few curveballs - Girls Aloud?

Alex: Oh, I dunno what young people like nowadays.  I'm going to the Dirty Three one anyway.

Alice: I expect that Lightning Bolt will play.