Baby, It's Cold in Here

Christmas Day means the time-honoured (brand new) family tradition of swimming in the Med when it was pretty damn freezing. I kept my gloves off but it was still bloomin' cold, given that the air temperature was probably only about 12 degrees.

The French, meanwhile, thought it was hilarious that les Anglais felt the need to strip down to their swimwear (Mum and Bro cheated with their neoprone tops) and hurl themselves into the ocean and were standing watching, laughing and (later) clapping. As we walked back to the apartment for some warming (Irish) hot chocolate, the drunks sitting on a park bench with their party hats, sipping on their booze, yelled out, "you are crazy boys, no?" That's when you know you're mad.