Poor swimmers, along with the rest of the keep fit crew at Jubilee sports center, they had to evacuate the building in a hurry late yesterday afternoon when the fire alarms went off.
The visibly shivering swimmers had been forced to jump out of the pool and leave by the neareast exit, 'sans' clothing, and muster with the rest of the occupants at the centre's front. The swimmers were allowed to at least gather at the most 'sheltered' part of the buildings front, which by the look of their collective shivering, and ice blue coloured skin, wasn't what most of us would consider much of a shelter, not one with any known, familiar or successful use, not while standing in the biting wind, almost naked and soaking wet anyway.
The poor sausages had to stand huddled in a corner with nothing but a child sized sheet of Mylar to warm themselves with, and all this happened just as the cold, gusting gale force winds and spitting rains were beginning to start hitting us (well them, I was wrapped up warmly thank you Jack).
The center was open again today so it is very doubtful there was any serious damage to persons or property thankfully.
Jubliee sports center, was built to replace the previous old pool that sat beside the canal, opposite the new Genesis/PCHA homes. Incidentally, that was the pool with the pooh throwing attendants. But although those attendants could of given Mensa new categories for witless, slack jawed stupidity (and years of research into the primitive brain), I was never cold when there (they didn't throw it all the time (I hope), as I said before, one sight of them doing that was enough for me to never go back).
But for all its 'newness' the Jubilee center suffers from one large design problem, and that's the permanently low, genital cracking temperature in the male changing room, it feels as if it's at freezing point at all times of the year, I've even been there during hot summer weather and it was still colder than my fridge.
I've been thinking (bad sign), with my membership card paid up, I could be capable of storing my fresh produce in one of the male lockers. I would just have to leave my organically grown, fair trade, Angolan brown rice 'milk' on the window sill for cups of tea, but turn off my fridge and I could save a fortune.
Sunday, 15 November 2009
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