Speedos save the day

Many swimmers, including those of a royal bent (see left), have been known to don speedos. How Ridiculous is no exception.

Sadly, before Christmas all HR's pairs reached a state of near indecency. Sports stores the length of breadth of the high street were scoured for replacements. Could speedos be found? Could they buffalo, to quote a non-natural conker.

With some degree of trepidation How Ridiculous resorted to a make of swimming garb with an elasticated waist rather than the tie waist which is the joy of speedo donners pools over.

As feared, an elasticated waist turned out to be not a wise move. Hitting the water things headed South which impeded swimming vigour but not half-mooning. Ok, a smaller size would be the answer thought HR. Unfortunately, this, too, failed to do the trick although things did not go as free range as they had with the larger size.

Then upon a visitation to the North of England over the Yuletide season, How Ridiculous managed to source some speedos. Hurrah!

So 2006 begins happily with HR able to swim with whatever degree of vigour is desired. No longer is swimming cursed by the fear of those lyrics being heard which The Seekers didn't quite record: 'Kuverbarearse, my Lord, kuverbarearse'.