[garinda]

Incidentally, whilst stood on a rain lashed Broadway this afternoon, it crossed my mind that the hated blue 'n' white building looks a little like lanes in a swimming pool.

If, by magical use of smoke and mirrors, the participants appear to swim along the side of the building, horizontally abseling, so to speak, I shall be there cheering them on. As the event coincides with my usual shopping trip to the town.

Even better, if the swimmers' speed in the race could be determined by the audiences' participation, via teams of Joe public lobbing balls up a board with scored holes in it. A little like they do at funfairs in Victorian seaside resorts. (Donkey Derby, are they called?)

I'll be there, shouting Bravo!

If it is a maze of a couple of rolls of blue chiffon at ground level, and some bunting, and Mrs Bridges, Rose, and Ruby, pretening to battle it out in the ladies 100 yards breast stroke, I'll probably be in the Market Hall, getting my veg.