My friend Drum has an excellent swimming anecdote about one of his father's friends who was at a rather austere prep school in Scotland: the boys all had to swim naked, and on high days and holidays the headmaster would jump in too - also completely starkers.
It's a story which always goes down well which is unsurprising given how alien it sounds to modern ears; it is quite inconceivable that anything remotely similar could happen in a modern British school (where even plain old communal showers are now banned). In fact, it was probably pushing it a bit, even for the 50s.
Well, fast-forward to this Tuesday and I am busy minding my own business in the swimming pool showers at the end of my 60 lengths. The door slides open and in trots a swimming teacher followed by a gaggle of pupils. They all strip off, the teacher hoses them down one by one then they all hop into the bath together. Extraordinary.
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