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If you like swimming or keep fit, there’s a nice little leisure centre in North Norfolk called ‘Splash.’ (Although, it turns out, you’re not allowed to dive, jump or ‘bomb’ in the pool, so I’m not entirely sure where the ‘splash’ is supposed to come from.) The thing I’d like to mention though, is the toilet. If you’re just there as a spectator, rather than a participant, you have to use the Disabled toilet in the Reception area. For some reason, there is one loo, one sink and one hand-dryer in a room the size of an aircraft hangar, which leads to some interesting acoustics and echoes. I kid you not. It’s like going for a pee in a concert hall.
RC 31-3-11
rory......
ReplyDeleteplease get a life, get a publisher and get this stuff in print, the b jones of the job centre....... your fat ass is far too comfortable in that comfy sofa for your own good, my lad ! and please sent some of your poems to the haiku society, none of that airy, fairy meaning of life shite, but real, 'hit life with a smack' man poems...... the turd down the shithole was particularly moving !
keep writing
regards
harry poacher
ps - it takes about 42 muscles in your face to frown at someone, but only 3 in you arm to bitch-slap them around the face into next week.......so go on, you know it makes sense, don't pull no punches kid !