Phwoarr. Philip "Unfortunate Surname" Hoare loves nothing better than stripping off for a dip in the sea. As evidenced below...



Well, ladies, gents - and A Bit Of Balance - I don't know about you, but I can feel the fires of quenchable passion flaring up in my loins like the reaction my old boss had towards a Chicken Korma. If you can't handle the heat of naked pimply British flesh that has all the texture of slapped kipper, may I point you towards...



Oh, rawrrrrrr. Just look at those come hither eyes.

Now, excuse me. I'm off to find a squid and fumble furiously with it and imagine it's Philip having a quick "How's your father?" off the glorious cliffs of Dover.

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Oh yes, and here's where you can get all the passion of a squashed puffer fish. Just in case you need more Hoare to drool over.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/debate/article-2078496/Why-I-swim-sea-rivers-EVERY-day-year.html

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