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As many readers may know, I adore all forms of exercise: I can sit for hours and watch people (and young women in particular) exercising.
But when a late-40-something white male wants to do similar, I must confess that I find watching a less-pleasurable endeavour.
Imagine my surprise, then, when I read that my good friend and connoisseur of fine red wine, Monsieur Jenkins, is considering not something as simple as a ‘Channel Swim’ (that ridiculous event where grown adults smother themselves in lard and swim from Dover to Calais), but something as complex as swimming the Atlantic Ocean… for 5,572km!
Here’s his itinerary (or part thereof):
Why? Because he wishes to visit Miami and detests with a passion shared by many of us the rigours, ruptures and rough-handling of long hours in ‘Cattle Class’ (aka ‘Economy Class’).
The man is honourably mad, which is why I adore him and call him a friend.
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