What've they got in there, King Kong?

Ok, so after last week's strange outing, it's back to normality for the most recent training session.

"Unfortunately, the transvestite didn't turn up." I said to Seb as we drove to Brentwood.
"Oh," said Seb. "That's a shame."
"Never mind." I said, concluding a story that has no relevance to our swim for glory, and so needs no elaboration. We drove on in silence for a while. "What are you going to do today?" I asked Seb. "I think I'll do some swimming." He answered, in an exchange that is swiftly becoming a weekly tradition.

In the pool, I swam only 1.5 Kilometres, less than the 2.5 I have managed to squeeze into the relatively short time available to us in the pool. On the pool timetable, tonight's session is labelled as "Adult swim". I think this must mean you have to be an adult, and not necessarily behave like one, as we certainly didn't.

We played that game where you throw something into the middle of the pool and then have to swim out and collect it before it hits the floor. We threw our locker keys. As Seb threw his, for me to collect, I noticed that it was falling worryingly close to the grate at the bottom of the pool. I pretended to be a sealion and picked it up in my mouth, just in time. It was like Die Hard but wetter. Then we did our underwater lung capacity improvement training, only this time, we were in the deep end of an almost empty pool. I chose to face outwards, towards the rest of the pool when I did mine, as opposed to facing the wall. During my attempt I realised I was doing a "Jesus on the cross" type pose, and that the dappling light penetrating the surface of the empty pool is quite a picturesque sight, as viewed from underwater. Not for the first time, I thought to myself how much better this will look in the open ocean. Anyway, my Jesus pose must have helped, as I managed 55 seconds underwater twice in a row!!

Naturally, I became quite enthused by the possibilities presented by the scenic background of the people-less pool of liquid light, so the last ten minutes of the session were passed in the following way: "Ok, I've got one Seb!! Go underwater, and see my performance art!!" I would then swim down to the bottom, empty my lungs, and sit on the floor of the pool in various poses e.g. sitting cross-legged facing away from the viewer (Seb), a David Brent Reclining Pose, and a "Standing upright, facing Seb, Arms folded, tapping my foot" pose, to name but a few. Seb commented on the fact that I am only one of two people who he sees regularly doing the David Brent Reclining Pose (DBRP). The other is someone mentioned way back in the beginning of this very blog, a lovely fella, who has a car he calls Nancy, named Mike. Hi Mike!!!

P.S. If you saw the video posted by Seb recently on here, and were disappointed by its deletion (Also carried out by Seb, as he was concerned about any embarrassment the video would cause me, bless him), just leave a comment saying so. If you didn't see the video, and are now intrigued, leave a comment saying so. If you couldn't care less, either leave a comment saying so, or don't bother. Either's fine.