I did alright, I kept fit and I represented England twice (but didn’t come anywhere).
It’s strange to grow up a swimmer, you spend half your life wearing nothing but trunks around girls who you first play with, then fight with, and then try to date.
So I’ve booked my tickets for the Curzon in Soho for Monday and shall spend some time drifting back to my youth. It promises to be a good film, tons and tons of critics can’t be wrong.
Here are the first six minutes of the film.