Rules of the Pool | Tales of Sonny & Luca
Everyone knows the rules of the pool. No running, ducking, bombing or heavy petting. The latter might seem laughable to any younger readers, but before Easyjet flew you to Magaluf for a sleazy weekend, swimming pools were a hotbed of inappropriateness. A heady mix of plastic palm trees, wave machines, speedo’s and verruca socks. By the mid-eighties, poolside petting had become an epidemic of amorousness. But while the pool has hard and fast rules, there’s no such rule book for the changing rooms. They rely entirely on an unspoken etiquette. ... Read More