As a boy Bill May fell in love with artistic swimming, as a man he changed it 

Please don’t be one of those last remaining 20th-century relics who think artistic swimming is too pretty to be a sport, too full of hair gel and nose clips and grins to be considered serious, too much a triumph of the aesthetic over the athletic.

Please, instead, go and watch them hold their breath for endless seconds underwater while completing intricate manoeuvres which seamlessly knit together timing, agility, precision and then just quietly gasp.