
Waterscene had giant water slides and bubble pools and a gap in the wood slats through which, at a rough rate of 50p per minute, allowing for occasional fluctuations, the lifeguard would let you spy on the girls getting changed. The knack was in timing your transaction in order to catch a glimpse of Whitney Sprule shimmying out of her two-piece polka-dot bathing suit. Before long, the queue that snaked round the back of the changing rooms was every inch as long as those slides.
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