A HISTORY OF THE PACKAGE HOLIDAY IN NUMBERS
MED MEMORIES… “My family were eating fried calamari at a southern Spanish beachside restaurant, where a tanned, tall waiter with a distinctive Roman nose wouldn’t stop singing Sex Bomb by Tom Jones. It was quite a windy day and, in a horrible twist of events, his singing was silenced by a fan that flew off the marquee, straight into his nose. Anarchy ensued and, to be honest, I can’t remember what the calamari tasted like…” Deputy digital editor Thea Everett