Once a Blue, Always a Blue

In between all of my international adventures I've been a Bluecoat at Pontin’s in the UK for just over two years. But what on earth does it mean to be a Bluecoat?

Being a Bluecoat means performing onstage. 





Earlier this year we went back to the '80s.






The show was a thriller. 






Last year we performed to pop songs.








We also rocked out. 


I’m now a pro air guitarist. 


Some performances took place, not on a stage, but in a ring. 


Being a Bluecoat means transforming. Last year I became a homesick girl to who wanted to be in Oz.



I'm considering clicking my heels three times to see if I'm transported to a post-Corona world.




I'm also thinking the Wizard could provide some world leaders with hearts, brains and courage.


Being a Bluecoat means backstage photo shoots. 










These photos take me back to a time when makeup and hair products were part of my daily routine. These days I congratulate myself when I remember to wash my hair. Just kidding... remembering to wash my frizzy mop has always been worthy of congratulations.










Being a Bluecoat means being paid to party.








Sometimes we even get to party with the main Croc himself. Check out these Party Time snaps.




Chuckles monkeys around during some Party Times too.




The Croc Crew are always keen to put on a show. 




My childhood dreams came true when I got to see 5ive perform... even if not all five showed up.


Being a Bluecoat means onstage shenanigans.




We love a good costume change.




Sometimes we do wear our uniforms properly. 







Being a Bluecoat means rehearsing.




Being a Bluecoat means attending training academies. 






They can be a little unconventional at times. 








I even won myself this cute unicorn during an onstage game where I had to keep a balloon off the ground. 


Ok, well I really came second out of two people, so this was a pity prize, but I'll take it! Woo!








Being a Bluecoat means travelling across country after a training academy to have some of your trains cancelled and delayed. Then when you eventually make it to Rye the bus pulls away right as you get to the door and you have to wait forever for the next one. Ok, maybe that’s not really part of being a Bluecoat. That’s just part of being me. I don't recommend travelling long distances with me... in any country.


Being a Bluecoat means picnics, theme parks and games of Eye Spy that last an hour longer than expected. It means trivia where the default answer is "Pocahontas", and board games where the answer is always "Onion Gravy!" (It's only correct when you yell it out of turn.)






Being a Bluecoat means forgoing fine dining for a 1am Macca's run in your finest pyjamas.


Being a Bluecoat means begging Mr Cromwell for a sign to help you escape while your friend squeezes the life out of your hand. Ok, that is a weirdly specific, one time thing that happened at Escape Kent.


Being a Bluecoat means being a weirdo. 




I was drinking cleaning products before it was recommended.

(Disclaimer: I didn’t actually drink any cleaning products. The recommended daily dose of cleaning products still remains zero. Please don’t ingest any cleaning chemicals.)

Being a Bluecoat means celebrations.

We celebrated Halloween.






I was the worst witch.




Our Dreamland weekends saw us celebrating the festive season.






We stepped, pirouetted, and high kicked our way into Christmas. 






This year I even celebrated the new year as a Bluecoat. Apparently 2020 didn’t enjoy its party. It’s now acting like a spoilt diva, and not letting anybody have any parties. 


Sometimes being a Bluecoat means transferring from one corner of the country to the opposite corner of the country for three days before the Coronavirus sends you on an extended vacation.

Being a Bluecoat means destroying some expectations of self-isolation.

Expectations of Quarantine: This is the perfect opportunity to exercise, cook, read, and give my entire wardrobe the Marie Kondo treatment.

Day 2 of Quarantine: Let's get our manager to decide which one of us is the best pizza. 


I definitely wasn't upset that Emily won. It's fine. Whatever.


Through all the late nights, long days and naps in between, you'll discover that being a Bluecoat means finding friends who feel like family. To all Bluecoats past and present... ly in limbo, stay strong, stay safe, and always remember... once a Blue, always a Blue. xo


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