NICKY BOOTH once told me that he had always wanted to swim the British Channel and asked if I fancied going with him to Kent to launch his bid. He meant that day, that moment.
Booth was not in a great way at the time, but he was determined to swim to France; men and women train for years for what Booth, in a pair of leisure shorts, 99p goggles and with a few cans of lager inside him, was planning to do on a spare afternoon.
During lockdown, Michael Mooney decided one day to run a marathon.
