Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York
I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm A-number-one, top of the list,
King of the hill, A-number-one
These little town blues are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York
A-a-a-nd if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York.
Sigh. That's right Frank. What place could be better...
Monday 3 December 2007
Monday 26 November 2007
Sweet Sherman
Gordon Ramsay. Raymond Blanc. Jamie Oliver. Nothing, I tell you, nothing compares to the creative genius of this little beauty...
Seeing as I have now left my current tank girl position (for another, slightly more upwardly mobile one), I was presented with this awe-inspiring creation to send me on my way. Made, by hand, by my dear friend Ruth. Along with more kind words and gifts than any person should be allowed to receive.
To say I was speechless was an under-statement. To say I was possibly more touched that day than perhaps any other, is also not an under-statement. I think there are two other times which match it. A car, a necklace and a great friend, one. When my father told me I had never disappointed him, the other.
Moments such as this should, and will, always be treasured. I don't think you need many. Just a small number of very special moments, with very special people, who show you that they care. It need not be a grand gesture. No thousand red roses or firework display. Just the right words or the right smile. There's no truer gift than that.
Seeing as I have now left my current tank girl position (for another, slightly more upwardly mobile one), I was presented with this awe-inspiring creation to send me on my way. Made, by hand, by my dear friend Ruth. Along with more kind words and gifts than any person should be allowed to receive.
To say I was speechless was an under-statement. To say I was possibly more touched that day than perhaps any other, is also not an under-statement. I think there are two other times which match it. A car, a necklace and a great friend, one. When my father told me I had never disappointed him, the other.
Moments such as this should, and will, always be treasured. I don't think you need many. Just a small number of very special moments, with very special people, who show you that they care. It need not be a grand gesture. No thousand red roses or firework display. Just the right words or the right smile. There's no truer gift than that.
Thursday 4 October 2007
Heavenly Hair
Sometimes there's nothing like that just stepped out of a salon feeling. I imagine it's much like that fit girl giving you the 'look' for blokes. It's that walking down the street knowing that your hair just looks, well, rather fab. Whether you do or not is irrelevant. It's all about the hair. I think it might even be up there with very good sex... Ooh matron.
Call me shallow. Call me a girl (occasionally I am) - but when you're feeling low and the whole world seems against you, a new haircut really does take the edge off. Sigh. If only I could afford it more often. That and the ten million other things, naturally...
Call me shallow. Call me a girl (occasionally I am) - but when you're feeling low and the whole world seems against you, a new haircut really does take the edge off. Sigh. If only I could afford it more often. That and the ten million other things, naturally...
Tuesday 25 September 2007
The Days Where Nothing Goes Right TM
I have decided that someone needs to set up a 'The Days Where Nothing Goes Right' service. You know, one of those ones where you call up a number, order what you need and a Very Nice Man on a bike arrives twenty minutes later.
Quite frankly, today has been just one of those days - heel breaks on shoe, no more money in the bank, a nail folds back on itself bleeding everywhere, and to top it off, a trapped nerve in the neck.
Now to all intents and purposes, I really should just go back to bed, forget the day ever happened, and hope tomorrow is better. However, like most of the non-student, child, old people population, I am at work, and therefore unable to demand such luxuries as hiding under a duvet.
Therefore, I think there should be a service directly for days like this. Whether it be replacement shoes in your size to get you home (thankfully I was only halfway out the door) with limited ridicule, impromptu buttons, safety pins and sewing kit for when one pops off your shirt just before you're about to head off to an important meeting, or most importantly chocolate brownies on credit for when you realise you have to live on beans on toast for the next week, along with various other 'Feel Better' food and drink items - crisps, Dairy Milk Fruit and Nut and pistachio nuts are springing to mind at this point.
Combine this with a manicurist (and indeed chiropractor at this rate) and hairdresser on standby, and I feel that days like this could cease to exist, or at least seem far better than they do now!
Quite frankly, today has been just one of those days - heel breaks on shoe, no more money in the bank, a nail folds back on itself bleeding everywhere, and to top it off, a trapped nerve in the neck.
Now to all intents and purposes, I really should just go back to bed, forget the day ever happened, and hope tomorrow is better. However, like most of the non-student, child, old people population, I am at work, and therefore unable to demand such luxuries as hiding under a duvet.
Therefore, I think there should be a service directly for days like this. Whether it be replacement shoes in your size to get you home (thankfully I was only halfway out the door) with limited ridicule, impromptu buttons, safety pins and sewing kit for when one pops off your shirt just before you're about to head off to an important meeting, or most importantly chocolate brownies on credit for when you realise you have to live on beans on toast for the next week, along with various other 'Feel Better' food and drink items - crisps, Dairy Milk Fruit and Nut and pistachio nuts are springing to mind at this point.
Combine this with a manicurist (and indeed chiropractor at this rate) and hairdresser on standby, and I feel that days like this could cease to exist, or at least seem far better than they do now!
Sunday 23 September 2007
Reading bake-athon
Also known as my holiday in Crete. Well, as much as an entire week spent with your mother can be classed as a holiday. Thankfully the twitch is starting to subside.
However, it was most certainly a break from the norm, and indeed from work, for the first time in a very long time. No laptop. No internet. No manuscripts in my hand luggage. Replaced with 9 books, 5 magazines, and 4 bikinis. Sigh.
On arrival at the hotel, I discovered not only that there was a 'private' beach (private meaning less than 300 people these days it seems) across the road, but that there was a little alcove where no-one else was baking.
And so, (when I was motherless) this was where I spent last week - feet in the sea, book in one hand and suntan lotion in the other.
On the rare occasions I looked up from whichever world I had transported myself to, I did a spot of 'book-watching'. Nosey at the best of times, it is intriguing to see what others are reading. Not only was I pleased to see fewer Dan Browns than in previous years, (finally I hope, the world is moving on) but that everyone (the largely British contingent that is) seemed to be reading something different. Whether the wonders of Amazon and other sites have helped improve the diversity of the general public's reading, I don't know, but it was a breath of fresh air to see fewer Grishams, McNabs, and Potters than ever before.
Which led me to decide the following - once a month I am going to ask a different friend to recommend a book to me (now I have actually made a noticable dent in my 'other people's books to read' pile) and I'll read it, no questions asked. Hopefully this will not only expand my reading preferences, but also my knowledge - of other good authors, and indeed of life.
However, it was most certainly a break from the norm, and indeed from work, for the first time in a very long time. No laptop. No internet. No manuscripts in my hand luggage. Replaced with 9 books, 5 magazines, and 4 bikinis. Sigh.
On arrival at the hotel, I discovered not only that there was a 'private' beach (private meaning less than 300 people these days it seems) across the road, but that there was a little alcove where no-one else was baking.
And so, (when I was motherless) this was where I spent last week - feet in the sea, book in one hand and suntan lotion in the other.
On the rare occasions I looked up from whichever world I had transported myself to, I did a spot of 'book-watching'. Nosey at the best of times, it is intriguing to see what others are reading. Not only was I pleased to see fewer Dan Browns than in previous years, (finally I hope, the world is moving on) but that everyone (the largely British contingent that is) seemed to be reading something different. Whether the wonders of Amazon and other sites have helped improve the diversity of the general public's reading, I don't know, but it was a breath of fresh air to see fewer Grishams, McNabs, and Potters than ever before.
Which led me to decide the following - once a month I am going to ask a different friend to recommend a book to me (now I have actually made a noticable dent in my 'other people's books to read' pile) and I'll read it, no questions asked. Hopefully this will not only expand my reading preferences, but also my knowledge - of other good authors, and indeed of life.
Tuesday 4 September 2007
What are you reading right now?
A booky meme which I was tagged by Becky for.
What are you reading right now?
The Book Thief. Use of Weapons. Hiding the Elephant. Essentially Richard’s book collection.
I normally only read one book at a time, but I went through a phase of not being able to pick up a book at all, so now I have lots of other people’s to catch up on. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!
Do you have any idea what you’ll read when you’re done with that?
Because of said reading absence, I’ll be taking a great pile of books with me on holiday next week, including some good old trash from Anita, and two Sebastian Faulks from Ruth. Engleby and Human Traces.
What magazines do you have in your bathroom right now?
None. I do have a book called Passing Time in the Loo, though. A freebie from a book fair which serves its purpose. I always read GQ in the bath. It just doesn’t live there.
What’s the worst thing you were ever forced to read?
Aside from the revoltingly dull feminist drivel I was forced to read as part of my degree, I would say perhaps the odd military history manuscript. Some people just can’t write for toffee. Like literary nails on a blackboard.
What’s the one book you always recommend to just about everyone?
I don’t normally like recommending books to people because they are such a subjective choice. I always fear I’ll get it wrong. Imply I don’t understand them. Or display an appalling lack of taste in literature. However, there are three books which I feel have left a permanent stamp on me, and so would be the books I’d probably recommend, if anyone were to ask. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. The Time Traveller’s Wife. The Giving Tree.
Admit it, the librarians at your library know you on a first name basis, don’t they?
I don’t currently belong to a library. I often consider it, seeing as I only live round the corner from one, but I just never seem to get through my current ‘to read’ pile before more are added.
Is there a book you absolutely love, but for some reason, people never think it sounds interesting, or maybe they read it and don’t like it at all?
Aside from my secret Jilly Cooper fetish - who I am sure many would say is a Marmite author - I am sure there are many books which I adore and lots of people would hate! Probably The Secret Life of Bees if I had to pick one.
Do you read books while you eat? While you bathe? While you watch movies or TV? While you listen to music? While you’re on the computer? While you’re having sex? While you’re driving?
While eating: Of course. Who doesn’t? Nothing quite like a Sunday morning with a good book and a peanut butter bagel. Aside from perhaps a half-naked Daniel Craig lying next to me, being showered with crumbs.
While bathing: Again, of course. Bubbles, book, bath. Sigh.
While watching movies or TV: No, no, no. These are three very separate things. Why read a book half-heartedly? No point in reading it at all.
While you listen to music: Not often. If I’m listening to a new CD I’m certainly listening to the lyrics and therefore would never be reading as well. Sometimes though, I just like having good music on in the background no matter what I’m doing.
While on the computer: No. Unless of course you count reading something like this…
While having sex: If this is even remotely a consideration, you should not be having sex with that person. Either train them to get better, or find a new one.
While you're driving: Despite many people’s mutterings that I’m a rather mad driver, ahem, I would never try to do this. Aside from the running theme through these responses that reading is all-encompassing, and therefore should not be juggled, I really don’t think it would be wise.
When you were little, did other children tease you about your reading habits?
Never. Not many children teased me when I was little.
What’s the last thing you stayed up half the night reading because it was so good you couldn’t put it down?
The last Harry. I just had to know.
What are you reading right now?
The Book Thief. Use of Weapons. Hiding the Elephant. Essentially Richard’s book collection.
I normally only read one book at a time, but I went through a phase of not being able to pick up a book at all, so now I have lots of other people’s to catch up on. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!
Do you have any idea what you’ll read when you’re done with that?
Because of said reading absence, I’ll be taking a great pile of books with me on holiday next week, including some good old trash from Anita, and two Sebastian Faulks from Ruth. Engleby and Human Traces.
What magazines do you have in your bathroom right now?
None. I do have a book called Passing Time in the Loo, though. A freebie from a book fair which serves its purpose. I always read GQ in the bath. It just doesn’t live there.
What’s the worst thing you were ever forced to read?
Aside from the revoltingly dull feminist drivel I was forced to read as part of my degree, I would say perhaps the odd military history manuscript. Some people just can’t write for toffee. Like literary nails on a blackboard.
What’s the one book you always recommend to just about everyone?
I don’t normally like recommending books to people because they are such a subjective choice. I always fear I’ll get it wrong. Imply I don’t understand them. Or display an appalling lack of taste in literature. However, there are three books which I feel have left a permanent stamp on me, and so would be the books I’d probably recommend, if anyone were to ask. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. The Time Traveller’s Wife. The Giving Tree.
Admit it, the librarians at your library know you on a first name basis, don’t they?
I don’t currently belong to a library. I often consider it, seeing as I only live round the corner from one, but I just never seem to get through my current ‘to read’ pile before more are added.
Is there a book you absolutely love, but for some reason, people never think it sounds interesting, or maybe they read it and don’t like it at all?
Aside from my secret Jilly Cooper fetish - who I am sure many would say is a Marmite author - I am sure there are many books which I adore and lots of people would hate! Probably The Secret Life of Bees if I had to pick one.
Do you read books while you eat? While you bathe? While you watch movies or TV? While you listen to music? While you’re on the computer? While you’re having sex? While you’re driving?
While eating: Of course. Who doesn’t? Nothing quite like a Sunday morning with a good book and a peanut butter bagel. Aside from perhaps a half-naked Daniel Craig lying next to me, being showered with crumbs.
While bathing: Again, of course. Bubbles, book, bath. Sigh.
While watching movies or TV: No, no, no. These are three very separate things. Why read a book half-heartedly? No point in reading it at all.
While you listen to music: Not often. If I’m listening to a new CD I’m certainly listening to the lyrics and therefore would never be reading as well. Sometimes though, I just like having good music on in the background no matter what I’m doing.
While on the computer: No. Unless of course you count reading something like this…
While having sex: If this is even remotely a consideration, you should not be having sex with that person. Either train them to get better, or find a new one.
While you're driving: Despite many people’s mutterings that I’m a rather mad driver, ahem, I would never try to do this. Aside from the running theme through these responses that reading is all-encompassing, and therefore should not be juggled, I really don’t think it would be wise.
When you were little, did other children tease you about your reading habits?
Never. Not many children teased me when I was little.
What’s the last thing you stayed up half the night reading because it was so good you couldn’t put it down?
The last Harry. I just had to know.
Thursday 30 August 2007
Fisher Price Feet
Is it just me, or does the entire world appear to have been taken over by the deadly curse of Fisher Price Feet? Men, women and children all over the country, and indeed overseas - the virus appears to have spread worldwide - are walking around with their hooves encased in plastic toys.
For those who have managed to escape this scary phenomenon, I present to you Crocs.
Plastic shoes in a variety of garish colours, which for some reason the accompanying words 'comfy' and 'colourful' have managed to cause grown men and women to abandon all sense of style and reason and wear these items with vigour.
Now don't get me wrong, I am all in favour of comfy. Even colourful. (Blue Suede Shoes anyone?) I mean I own many pairs of flipflops, and there is even a pink stripey set in the pile somewhere. However, there were, I thought, times and places for such attire, and only the few delighted in regularly startling their peers with mad footwear.
It seems I am wrong. Gone are the days of a simpler time. Black, brown, navy. White if you're from Essex, or you're a girl and it's summer. Red if you feel like scandalising the office. Now an entire nation is being bombarded with yellow, orange and lime green, worn with reckless abandon and without a moment's hesitation. How long can it last I ask myself. How can people be that happy when they are wearing shoes quite that ugly?
And then I look down at my own worn trotters, scarred and blistered from those very pretty shoes and wonder if it's worth it. Pah, of course it is.
I shall wait earnestly for the rest of you to come to your senses.
For those who have managed to escape this scary phenomenon, I present to you Crocs.
Plastic shoes in a variety of garish colours, which for some reason the accompanying words 'comfy' and 'colourful' have managed to cause grown men and women to abandon all sense of style and reason and wear these items with vigour.
Now don't get me wrong, I am all in favour of comfy. Even colourful. (Blue Suede Shoes anyone?) I mean I own many pairs of flipflops, and there is even a pink stripey set in the pile somewhere. However, there were, I thought, times and places for such attire, and only the few delighted in regularly startling their peers with mad footwear.
It seems I am wrong. Gone are the days of a simpler time. Black, brown, navy. White if you're from Essex, or you're a girl and it's summer. Red if you feel like scandalising the office. Now an entire nation is being bombarded with yellow, orange and lime green, worn with reckless abandon and without a moment's hesitation. How long can it last I ask myself. How can people be that happy when they are wearing shoes quite that ugly?
And then I look down at my own worn trotters, scarred and blistered from those very pretty shoes and wonder if it's worth it. Pah, of course it is.
I shall wait earnestly for the rest of you to come to your senses.
Wednesday 29 August 2007
Tank Girl Tardis
Having spent a weekend selling books at a Living History event, and reading the newspapers when trade was quiet, my mind has been a jumble of significant historical events and Princess Diana. I still remember where I was when I heard - standing in a towel on my doorstep as my partner of the time arrived and relayed the news in incredulous tones. I’m sure many others do too.
This got me thinking about other notable where were yous, and how much they defined society at the time. JFK. 9/11. Man on the Moon. The end of WWII. What a day that must have been. One of joy, relief, regret, remembrance. The world caught up in a time of change.
The words ‘time machine’ probably conjure up different things to different SciFi fans. For most these days I expect it’s Doctor Who. Being able to travel back in time to any period of history intrigues and mystifies me. I mean, if you could go anywhere, where would you go? Where would you start?
Going forward in time is perhaps an easier task. Maybe only a few weeks - if not only to find out the lottery numbers. (Call me a charlatan, but I’m not sure I want to fast forward 50 years the rate we’re going.)
But going back in time, there are so many things I’d love to experience, witness. Perhaps I should make a list. Give myself boundaries and encourage others to make their own.
1) The building of the pyramids, Egypt. When travelling there a couple of years ago, I was amazed not only by the unequivocal beauty of what I had seen, but the sheer capacity of mankind in the face of adversity. I mean, these people made pillars as wide as Olympic swimming pools.
2) The first journey of the Orient Express - imagine being able to see such landscapes in such luxury. The wonders, the excitement, the hustle and bustle.
3) The discovery of America, with Christopher Columbus. Aside from the Great Potato Discovery, of course, to have travelled so far, and to see this new land on the horizon…
4) The age of the Samurai - Japan during this time and the men who governed and fought for their country intrigue and in many ways inspire me. The castles, the gardens, the armour, the customs. Such devotion and dedication is perhaps unequalled.
5) London, the 1920s. The lifestyle, the style. Decadence and delight.
6) Notable mention - The Brat Pack years. Sinatra, Martin. Vegas, New York. Could anyone be any cooler than Ol’ Blue Eyes?
Of course, beyond these wonderful worlds of adventure, there is one time and place I’d give anything to go back to. Nepal, 1998. The best two weeks of my life. Hiking through the Himalayas with my late father. Sometimes there’s just nothing better than family and a great view.
This got me thinking about other notable where were yous, and how much they defined society at the time. JFK. 9/11. Man on the Moon. The end of WWII. What a day that must have been. One of joy, relief, regret, remembrance. The world caught up in a time of change.
The words ‘time machine’ probably conjure up different things to different SciFi fans. For most these days I expect it’s Doctor Who. Being able to travel back in time to any period of history intrigues and mystifies me. I mean, if you could go anywhere, where would you go? Where would you start?
Going forward in time is perhaps an easier task. Maybe only a few weeks - if not only to find out the lottery numbers. (Call me a charlatan, but I’m not sure I want to fast forward 50 years the rate we’re going.)
But going back in time, there are so many things I’d love to experience, witness. Perhaps I should make a list. Give myself boundaries and encourage others to make their own.
1) The building of the pyramids, Egypt. When travelling there a couple of years ago, I was amazed not only by the unequivocal beauty of what I had seen, but the sheer capacity of mankind in the face of adversity. I mean, these people made pillars as wide as Olympic swimming pools.
2) The first journey of the Orient Express - imagine being able to see such landscapes in such luxury. The wonders, the excitement, the hustle and bustle.
3) The discovery of America, with Christopher Columbus. Aside from the Great Potato Discovery, of course, to have travelled so far, and to see this new land on the horizon…
4) The age of the Samurai - Japan during this time and the men who governed and fought for their country intrigue and in many ways inspire me. The castles, the gardens, the armour, the customs. Such devotion and dedication is perhaps unequalled.
5) London, the 1920s. The lifestyle, the style. Decadence and delight.
6) Notable mention - The Brat Pack years. Sinatra, Martin. Vegas, New York. Could anyone be any cooler than Ol’ Blue Eyes?
Of course, beyond these wonderful worlds of adventure, there is one time and place I’d give anything to go back to. Nepal, 1998. The best two weeks of my life. Hiking through the Himalayas with my late father. Sometimes there’s just nothing better than family and a great view.
Thursday 23 August 2007
Not a control freak? Are they sure?
| You Are 28% Control Freak |
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Seeing as I have spent much of my working life being told the opposite, I am somewhat flummoxed at these results.
Perhaps that's what you get for leaving these things in charge of someone else... ;-)
Monday 20 August 2007
Crispbook
It struck me the other day, whilst Owen and I were swimming up and down at the Ferry debating on why facebook had become quite so compelling, how much I was behind the times in the world of friends. I have taken up both the garish MySpace and the stark Facebook, and dabbled frequently, and then less frequently, with both. Reasons for the dwindling upkeep of these pages seem to be because I am not very good at expanding my 'e-circle', (talk to strangers you say?) and therefore find myself talking to the same people I normally do, and even sit near, except in a diluted form on a public forum.
Now don't get me wrong, I very much appreciate the ease of wall posting, the numerous applications you get to play with (damn, that Movie Quiz is addictive), and even the regular occurence of photos which I would rather die than ever see of me again. I just wonder whether, in the grand scheme of things, I should perhaps be texting, phoning, or even, gasp, seeing these people instead of frittering away the same precious hours sat on a computer in a darkened room, whilst eating crisps.
So from now on, I intend to keep my facebooking in some sort of check - lunchtimes not included of course - I mean what else does one do these days? - and actually go out and see people. I mean that's what life's about, isn't it? That and eating crisps of course.
Now don't get me wrong, I very much appreciate the ease of wall posting, the numerous applications you get to play with (damn, that Movie Quiz is addictive), and even the regular occurence of photos which I would rather die than ever see of me again. I just wonder whether, in the grand scheme of things, I should perhaps be texting, phoning, or even, gasp, seeing these people instead of frittering away the same precious hours sat on a computer in a darkened room, whilst eating crisps.
So from now on, I intend to keep my facebooking in some sort of check - lunchtimes not included of course - I mean what else does one do these days? - and actually go out and see people. I mean that's what life's about, isn't it? That and eating crisps of course.
Tuesday 14 August 2007
Bring on the Crusher
Now I'm assuming most people I know won't have seen this, so I thought I would share with you my new tank girl discovery – the mammoth beast that is the CRUSHER. The Crusher is an unmanned ground vehicle that operates autonomously in off-road terrain. Or as described by The Olive-Drab blog: "it's a six-ton behemoth that moves out, up and over whatever gets in its way."
Designed by the National Robotics Engineering Center at Carnegie-Mellon University, it looks absolutely awesome. But words don't quite cut it with things like this, so here it is:
Now I for one would love to drive this thing. Anyone for a whizz round the carpark?
Designed by the National Robotics Engineering Center at Carnegie-Mellon University, it looks absolutely awesome. But words don't quite cut it with things like this, so here it is:
Now I for one would love to drive this thing. Anyone for a whizz round the carpark?
Saturday 11 August 2007
i-swim
Is it odd to get quite so excited to discover that you can now waterproof your i-pod, and indeed buy 'pre-made' waterproof mp3 players?
Having started swimming a few months ago, and after finally acknowledging the fact that I am now addicted, (having gotten hideously antsy when I went away and found the hotel pool closed for maintenance) this to me seems like a wonderful idea. The monotonous up and down, up and down just sometimes needs that little bit extra to get you through. I mean don't get me wrong, there are some great people watching opportunities. The gold lame bikini woman (no, dear, not really, not in a leisure centre), the beached whale, who thrashes around whole-heartedly, yet barely gets 5 yards and drowns the entire pool (please go home, please), the gay couple who swim along together eyeing up each half decent six pack (such a refreshing change), and the Damart lady, whose collection of floral swimwear knows no bounds.
However, sometimes, there is nothing quite like The Eye of the Tiger, Fortunate Son, or indeed 'The Boss,' when you hit that wall.
Having started swimming a few months ago, and after finally acknowledging the fact that I am now addicted, (having gotten hideously antsy when I went away and found the hotel pool closed for maintenance) this to me seems like a wonderful idea. The monotonous up and down, up and down just sometimes needs that little bit extra to get you through. I mean don't get me wrong, there are some great people watching opportunities. The gold lame bikini woman (no, dear, not really, not in a leisure centre), the beached whale, who thrashes around whole-heartedly, yet barely gets 5 yards and drowns the entire pool (please go home, please), the gay couple who swim along together eyeing up each half decent six pack (such a refreshing change), and the Damart lady, whose collection of floral swimwear knows no bounds.
However, sometimes, there is nothing quite like The Eye of the Tiger, Fortunate Son, or indeed 'The Boss,' when you hit that wall.
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