I was doing my laps.

Man I needed a piss.

I had the board tucked between my legs.

Do it now. I stopped freestyling and went into a breaststroke.

My knees rose. And out came a stream of piss.

I started laughing.

Everyone is pissing in the pool, aren't they?

And if they weren't, then it just showed what a weirdo I was.

I giggled. I laughed louder. One mouthful of water and I'd be coughing and sputtering and maybe drowning with a lung full of water.

Was it that obvious, me taking a piss in the water?

Of course not. Nobody noticed me pausing midway in the fifty-meter pool. They didn't notice me at the other end either. Even I was looking for the yellow liquid. Nope, it was clear.

The water was looking milky today.

I think they need to top up their chlorine.

Little things make me laugh.

Johnny was showing me his bondage films.

'Don't show the lifeguard,' he says, 'he'll get angry.'

Only yesterday the lifeguard was helping himself to Jonny's phone and watching some Jap porn.

If you just hang around, try and blend in, the real reality will open to reveal the true nature of things.

Facades are to be smashed down. How else are you going to see what's really going on?

The lifeguard is off for a few days.

I might hit the pool and see what Johnny is up to.

I tried to add him on We Chat.

'If you do I have lots of contacts,' says Johnny, who is 67.

And lots of porn too, I add.

Johnny is the dirty old man of the pool. That much I get. 

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