We wandered pointlessly for about half an hour, and then at last we were allowed to go to the swimming-pool. It wasn't very crowded. There were a few people lying or sitting on deck-chairs and sunloungers next to the water: the minority who had chosen to swim were doing so very vigorously, with much splashing and shouting. There was a confusion of different musics. Watery orchestral pieces leaked out over a tannoy system, but they were in competition with a number of transistor radios, playing everything from Cliff Richard to Kenny Ball and his Jazzmen. The water shimmered and sparkled irresistibly. I couldn't understand why people preferred to lie flat on their backs listening to the radio when faced with the prospect of such liquid happiness.
Uit: What a carve up! van Jonathan Coe. Penguin Books, 2007, p. 32-33
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