We used to have to get out of the lake at six o'clock in the morning, says Capetonian
Bliss !
We had to melt th'Ryanair ice cubes, fill tīlake the night before using babbies teaspoon, and filter t'water through our underwear, and the feed the fish wi' our supper, or our dad would belt us within an inch of our lives with the Ryanair flight manual......
You try and tell t'kids of today that !