See, here I am now sitting by myself, uh, er, talking to myself. That's, that's chaos theory.

Clearly, I’ve been a little neglectful in posting here lately. Blame it on my plain ol’ inability to see anything through to the

Anyway, I promised Tom that there would be a sea change in my attitude towards the blog*, and that I’d begin contributing with some regularity. Something more constructive than, “oops Tom, I’ve accidently deleted all of the free advertising that you painstakingly set up.” And more substantial than, “hey Tom, I spent twenty minutes playing with all the fonts and backgrounds.” (nice though, huh?)

The Tomatron has been keeping you abreast of all the important developments in our interracial swim-fest – with tales about board-games that may or may not have happened, and encounters with people that may or may not exist. Add to that mix, the cocoa buoy game, underwater performance art and ooh, too tight swim-shorts, and you have the last six weeks of intense swim training in a nut-shell.

Actually, speaking of swim shorts, Tom continues to extol the virtues of his fantastic new Aquablade Hydroshorts, attributing everything and anything to their existence. Those points agreed, I must admit to experiencing slight feelings of inadequacy in the swimming trunks department (wait, I have a feeling that’s going to be easy to misconstrue). As a consequence I’ve decided that my own swimming trunks are in need of a flashy, gimmicky name. Oh yes. From now on dear readers you’re going to be hearing plenty** about Seb’s mega-ultra-uber-super-duper-holy-cow!-hyper-hydro shorts.

So, with regular service resumed, I’ll leave you with the video I posted - and subsequently deleted - last week. The public outcry for its reinstatement was over-whelming.






* but evidently not towards water-based puns.
** i.e more than you'd ever care to know.