The following day, ensue visit to local chapel, round up the chaplain etc. They then return to the hotel for the wedding breakfast, after which they eventually arrive at the hotel pool at about 6 p.m.
Sitting there on loungers in the early evening sunshine, the guy turns to his new spouse and says, "Well, darling, I'm really glad that we are married; you have made me the happiest man on Earth. But... it occurs to me that we really don't know anything about each other, we've known each other such a short time... There's something I think you ought to know about me."
With that, he climbs on to the springboard; BOIIINNNG!!! He performs a double forward somersault, half-twist tucked, and straightens out to enter the water with scarcely a ripple. He gets out, back on to the springboard; BOIIINNNG!!! Swallow dive gives way to backward somersault, then a forward tumble piked, once again hardly disturbing the surface as he enters the water. He gets out and his bride is sitting there applauding. "Superb! Fantastic! Brilliant!" says she (in an Italian accent). "Where did you learn to dive so well?" "Well," he says, a little sheepishly, "as a matter of fact, I used to be a member of the Great Britain Olympic Diving Team." "Wonderful!" she says. "I am so pleased to have such a talented man for a husband. But now, there is something that you should know about me, also..."
With which she vaults into the pool. She swims a length, then another, then another, then another, then another... 7 p.m. comes and goes, she's still going strong. 8 p.m., 9 p.m. ... no sign of flagging. By 10 p.m., the guy decides that enough is enough. "OK, OK, you proved your point, come out of there, will you??!" She gets out and comes across to him. "Well," says he, "I have to say that that is about the most impressive feat of endurance swimming I've ever seen. Where did you learn that? Were you a member of your Olympic team as well?"
"No," she says, "I was a streetwalker in Venice..."