For most of us the school people took us to the baths for the first time. Until then we didnt know what to make of it.

I didnt know what they wore at the baths or whether you had to get changed from home.

Swim in your underpants I got told. What the hell do you need swimming trunks for?

The Y-fronts did look tempting but then I had to be sure.

The swimming thing was never the problem. Finding a way to get changed with a towel wrapped round you was the most difficult act in the world.

As you get older you can't do it as quickly and bending down becomes a pain and things are always popping out. As a kid it'S never really a problem and you can be in and out of your trunks in seconds.

Once in the pool many will pretend they are having fun. But as soon as the cold water hit me I needed to go. And boy did I 'go' regularly those first few times.

Strangely, I used to swim to another spot after 'going', thinking I could escape the infected area.

The toughest thing was 'going' and speaking to someone at the same time. And you could never know if when you were talking to someone if they were 'going' too.

A friend of mine went too far once and they had to fish him out. It was disgusting.

Nowadays they have that dye stuff in some places so its not really much fun at all.

I still 'go' all the time in the showers at the gym and there's no way they will ever find out.

Having finished the swimming session it was always necessary to have a shower with all the gear on and never share your soap with anyone.

My friends all used Head and Shoulders but my mum didn't believe in that stuff and gave me that hardcore soap that rips the skin off with every rub.

Whilst the swimming baths are a no-go area for some people you end up having the same problem when you go on holiday for the first time. Up until the late nineties nobody ever really went on a proper holiday. Not unless you count Blackpool.

The only time we went abroad was to go 'back home' to India, Pakistan or Bangladesh.

When I eventually went on holiday in 1999 I sat on the beach for hours before deciding to go for a swim. But I did it with my tracksuit bottoms on, so as not to look totally stupid.

Another time I went into the sea with all my clothes on. People looked but I didn't care.

I'm going to Scarborough this year.

For most of us the school people took us to the baths for the first time. Until then we didnt know what to make of it.

I didnt know what they wore at the baths or whether you had to get changed from home.

Swim in your underpants I got told. What the hell do you need swimming trunks for?

The Y-fronts did look tempting but then I had to be sure.

The swimming thing was never the problem. Finding a way to get changed with a towel wrapped round you was the most difficult act in the world.

As you get older you can't do it as quickly and bending down becomes a pain and things are always popping out. As a kid it'S never really a problem and you can be in and out of your trunks in seconds.

Once in the pool many will pretend they are having fun. But as soon as the cold water hit me I needed to go. And boy did I 'go' regularly those first few times.

Strangely, I used to swim to another spot after 'going', thinking I could escape the infected area.

The toughest thing was 'going' and speaking to someone at the same time. And you could never know if when you were talking to someone if they were 'going' too.

A friend of mine went too far once and they had to fish him out. It was disgusting.

Nowadays they have that dye stuff in some places so its not really much fun at all.

I still 'go' all the time in the showers at the gym and there's no way they will ever find out.

Having finished the swimming session it was always necessary to have a shower with all the gear on and never share your soap with anyone.

My friends all used Head and Shoulders but my mum didn't believe in that stuff and gave me that hardcore soap that rips the skin off with every rub.

Whilst the swimming baths are a no-go area for some people you end up having the same problem when you go on holiday for the first time. Up until the late nineties nobody ever really went on a proper holiday. Not unless you count Blackpool.

The only time we went abroad was to go 'back home' to India, Pakistan or Bangladesh.

When I eventually went on holiday in 1999 I sat on the beach for hours before deciding to go for a swim. But I did it with my tracksuit bottoms on, so as not to look totally stupid.

Another time I went into the sea with all my clothes on. People looked but I didn't care.

I'm going to Scarborough this year.