I got it in three, but only because I glanced at this thread, panicked that everyone was getting it in one or two and I hadn’t, then I saw a spoiler that, even when blurred, showed me how many words were in the title! I think I would have got it in 5 otherwise. Looking at that last transcript I would have guessed it from that, so I don’t think I would have totally crashed and burned, but I have learned not to look at the thread while guessing.
Well done to all you smug folk who got it straight away!
I feel a little like I did during school games lessons where everyone else could play football and the most I could do to support the team that I was playing on was to make sure I stayed out of the way…
I was the one in school that on softball, mysteriously was moving backwards in the line to go to bat, not forwards…
As I remember, floor hockey was kinda fun, but was basically me running in the general direction of the puck, then letting other people actually take it.
Add me to the ‘crap at sports’ list - who knew so many people on a Doctor Who forum mightn’t be the most sporty of types…
That said, I’m, even if I do say so myself, a bloody good swimmer. I swam a mile in secondary school, have a life-saving certificate and consider it to be the one ‘sport’ that every child should be taught how to do simply because it can save lives.
I also like swimming, but I can only really do one stroke. I qualified for the school swimming gala for my breast stroke but then in the gala they insisted I swim freestyle so I sank in front of the whole school. Swimming - the only thing I could half do, but even then I had to humiliate myself at it.
Freestyle literally means you should be allowed a ‘free’ style. It seems to have become synonymous with front crawl but it isn’t defined as the same thing. Most competitors use it because it’s the fastest but you would have been perfectly within your rights to breast stroke through that race.
You’re right, but that wasn’t an argument that my 1980s Games teacher would accept. It thirteen I probably didn’t word it as eloquently as you did, but it was part of the team medley. My friend, who was slightly faster in breast stroke but could do a reasonable crawl, was put in the breast stroke slot. I was told I had to swim crawl. Part of the humiliation was that of course I lost the race for our team and so had not just let myself down, but the whole team. All I wanted was to be adequate at something, but no, I had to look as awful at swimming as I did in anything else. It’s a painful memory because I was desperate to not be the worst, just this once. Instead, I got the breathing wrong, inhaled a mouthful of water, hit the wall of the pool and scraped a pitiful last place, having inherited a lead.
