Slow overtakers, indifferent doggy paddlers and wannabe Thorpeys – everyone seems to forget the limits of their own swimming abilities Read more petty gripes Maybe it’s because I spent my childhood enduring the moss-covered sub-arctic public pools of the UK, where you’d acquire a verruca before you’d donned your goggles, but the Australian public pool is my happy place. Little brings me more joy than a few laps under the vast Aussie sky. That is, however, until summertime arrives. In summer public pool etiquette seems to disappear faster than a six-year-old’s icy pole. Is it not enough to have to emerge post-swim like a penguin from an oil slick with the onset of an ear infection? Apparently not. Continue reading...