The good, the bad and the ugly.

For my sins, I have just returned from a four-day coach trip to North Wales.

To say it was an experience would be an understatement.

It never ceases to amaze me how some people will put themselves to enormous personal inconvenience to organise these things only to suffer the endless whingeing and complaining from the people who benefit from their efforts.

The food is in edible! The room is scruffy! The bed is uncomfortable! Oh yes...and some of the people!....

But it is important to remember that only other people are intolerant.

For example, the person who always wants the front seat on the coach....

The woman who queues at the coach door 20 minutes before the driver arrives....

Or the one who was fills her handbag from the breakfast buffet just to save buying lunch.

But the piece de resistance came at Portmeirion where one of our party went into the "Prisoner" gift shop, grabbed three books off the bookshelf, parked herself in Number 2's shell chair and spent the next half hour reading them before putting them back on the shelf.

Some people have more neck than a flamingo - and it ain't half as pretty!