Christmas day morning can only mean one thing, and I’m not talking about the birth of Christ. At 11am hundreds of people join with Brighton Swimming Club’s seasoned swimmers, in their annual ritual of taking to the water for a quick splash.
Why do they do it? Well, they raised a few hundred quid for charity this year for one thing, but really, why? I don’t doubt that they feel invigorated after taking part, but isn’t there a less painful, fresher way, like taking a shower? Personally I think there’s something missing from under the Christmas tree or in the socks hanging at the end of our beds. Has Santa forgotten the existence of Old Spice? I’m too young to remember of course, but in the good old days this old classic freshened up the faces (not to mention the libido) of our forefathers, so there was no need to jump into the English Channel to wake yourself up, you could invigorate yourself in a rich, full bodied aroma from the comfort of your own home instead.
So, c’mon Santa, do everyone a favour next year, please.