Before they built the Bristol Assembly Hall and when I was living in Somerset we used to have circuit assemblies at Pontin's Brean Holiday Camp. As a late teenager this was fun. Some of us would go in an old car that one of us owned - another group would ride their motorbikes and we would share a chalet which was hilarious. It was always a windswept November or February too.
Program
Friday night - bag a bunkbed feed the electricity meter with 10p coins, turn on the two-bar fire and go over to the main hall (which still had posters up from the Worldly entertainment) for entertainment where the brothers were allowed to serve tea and cakes and put on bible based skits and plays from 8pm to 10pm. Skive out early at about 9.30 and walk out of the camp to the "Beachcomber pub" and knock back a few pints of Bass bitter until closing time and play "Space Invaders" at 20p a go.
Saturday - big fry up breakfast, put on checked jacket, massive shirt collar and tie knot and turn-up flared brown trousers, hair as long as we dared with centre parting of wavy hair with massive shoes that looked like lifeboats and go and grab some seats while checking out the girlies in their platform shoes and tight fitting outfits. (Think Farrah Fawcett styles)
Sessions - where we would pass notes to one another and get told off by the zealous attendants all the way through.
Saturday evening back over the pub - limit ourselves to 5 pints (don't want to get a bad name for Jah!) - playing darts or cards or just chatting.
Saturday evening run the gauntlet of the gatehouse security who would shut the gate at 11pm unless you could sweet talk your way in.
(Baptism - wow some of those girls wore the skimpiest of bikini's before the great T shirt clampdown that came later.)
Sunday morning - up late grab a coffee and skate into the sessions. We had David Algar as DO who would wear jeans to walk about the place after the sessions - who gave brilliant talks then.
Sunday lunchtime - last chance to get phone numbers of the sisters.
Sunday tea time - drive home with a David Bowie tape blaring out of the massive speakers in our Vauxhall Viva or Ford Cortina.
I loved those assemblies. Some of my mates from back then are out and some are in and I'm in the middle.