He's especially good at expectorating!

Nobody else remembers that song from Disney's Hunchback of Notre Dame, do they?  Just me?  Good, good.

I have discovered how to get a clear lane at a crowded pool at lunchtime: get a cold; recover apart from a pound of lungbutter; take a strong expectorant cough medicine; swim.  Every hundred metres or so, enough gack becomes sufficinetly loosened that you have to stop to hack and gark for a moment.  After a few repetitions of this performance, the medium lane is empty, the slow lane is crammed and the fast lane has near-Parisian traffic problems.  Heh.

Found a new sweet spot today, synchronising the hip roll with the recovery arm's lift from the water.  All very rolly.  I think its a sustainable, hit-your-rhythm thing, but since my secret identity is Captain Catarrh, I can't confirm that just yet.