Posts Tagged ‘pugs’

…but I only just got round to getting these pictures off my camera so here are some completely unseasonal Christmas photos!



Wherein my family kept the Disney Store in business for another year.


Christmas photos aren’t technically late if you post them before January 25th, right?


…which is as tenuous a Christmas pun as I can fit into the belated posting of these photos.


Given the effort my mum went to for my grandad’s 78th a few years back, it came as no surprise that his gangster-themed 80th was a typically understated affair.


Constituting one of the comparatively few occasions when Flickr has affected my personal rather than professional life, I have – over the course of the last year – been learning to swim again. (Contrary to popular adage, it is not like riding a bicycle – which, coincidentally is another basic skill most people have mastered by the age of 6 that I learned at 23; and even then, only because it was the sole mode of transport available to me in Japan).

This has, in a very roundabout fashion, come as a result of seeing Tommy Ga-Ken Wan’s wonderful pictures of The Arlington Baths – Britain’s oldest surviving swimming club, founded in 1871. (Tommy’s other work is equally gorgeous and if you’re not already familiar with it, you should rectify that immediately.) These pictures held particular significance for John, who – when I showed him the photos – immediately recognised The Arlington as the place where he and his siblings had learned to swim back when his family were members. Within a few short weeks, John had resumed his membership after a two-decade absence and, work-permitting, now tries to go at least three times a week.

Said line of work being pathology, John is still morbidly afraid that my questionable aptitude in the water will one day lead to me ending up on his table, which is why we mutually agreed that I should take advantage of his guest passes and brush up on my buoyancy. I haven’t quite been able to justify a full membership for myself yet – though the Turkish Suite (pictured above) has made the prospect highly tempting – but I’ve nevertheless been attending every other month and, under John’s tutelage, am inching ever closer to the point where he’ll leave me unattended in any body of water exceeding six feet.

Health benefits aside, however, the undisputed highlight has been running into these amazing pugs on my way to the pool. I thought the one at the back might just be tired, but it turns out her tongue is literally too big for her mouth. (more…)

My Christmas was something of a nomadic event this year, owing to my family living on the opposite side of the country, and my mum working on Christmas Day for the first time in memory. (more…)