Irish Mick and I went to the pub the other night and he bumped into some woman he knows from the mountain club, although she's more of a canoe fanatic than a climber. He hadn't seen her for several months because, it turned out, she had recently [been seriously ill], as well as having a dislocated shoulder and a ricked neck.
"I'm all right now, though," she explained, "and I finally managed to get down to the swimming pool to get some canoe practice last week. I tried an Eskimo Roll and it was bloody impossible."
"You should try a Swiss Roll," I replied: "that's a piece of cake."
Unfortunately, the woman completely spoilt it by saying, "How do you do one of those?"