Monday, 1 February 2010

Swimanizing

I keep forgetting to defluff by my belly button before going to the local swimming baths. I'm worried that bad things will happen. What if, all of the fluff is gathering in one of them filters with the plasters and verruca pickings formulating a plan.... Eventually its large enough to drift around eating fat kids. I can't have that on my conscience.

Swimming is not as rewarding as you might think. The girls that go generally wear goggles. Like a tourettes ridden Greg Luganis, every time one of them goes past in a glorious butterfly stroke, I involuntarily shout:

"FOUR EYES! Your only swimming 'cos your fat and daddy doesn't love you!"

Not nice, I know. Still, empty pool! I'm expecting a lifetime ban, soon. It's probably for the best. I'm fast getting bored of swimming and that stingy, back of the throat, nearly vomiting, sore eyes, drowning feeling. Stupid side effects...

Squash next. Nice big walls to stop me upsetting people...