Somehow my brain gifted me with a delightful dream the other night. A 1960s era David McCallum taking part in some kind of endurance swimming competition, which involved him in scanty dress, sometimes in something that seemed botanical, as if he were some kind of nature water spirit with tendrils of water plants clothing him. He was highly tanned, with the curious pale tan lines of having worn a mankini for part of the event. Yes, at one point he was utterly naked, swimming through mysterious waters.












