humour

12 marks of MB

Twenty-five years and many pounds ago, I was on a competitive synchronized swimming team. As a teen, every aspect of “synchro” appealed to me: the music, the sequins, the camaraderie, and the thrill of competition. I even enjoyed holding my breath until I was dizzy.

I was in my fifties when I realized – or learned from observing others of my generation – that the best way to visually trick away the sometimes depressing appearance…

This month, I’ve decided to share my most embarrassing moment with you – all for the sake of a few chuckles.