text:  Little I knew how to swim. And I'm looking up, and I'm seeing the people at the party still just going on talking. And it's like an upside-down Hockney painting. And I'm not moving. I just keep descending. And all of a sudden, I feel this hand on my rump. And he just lifts me up and puts me on the side like a fish and just says, a little early for the deep end, laddie. So he saved my life.