Cantabrian pride has been restored this weekend, as Cambridge won the 153rd University Boat Race by 1 ¼ lengths. Not that this necessarily matters a jot to people from Anglia, but this monumental feat was witnessed this weekend by your correspondent, accompanied by Liz & Sober and ably assisted by an old chum Hannah Reynolds, who some of you may recall. The day commenced with a splendid lunch at the Coach & Horses at Kew Green, attended by Comrade Ralli, who wisely ducked out of the main event as a result of a prior engagement.
The four of us then proceeded to secure access to the boat house at the finish of the race, but only at the third attempt, having got past 6 policemen and members of the Royal Marines, all of whom had been engaged to bar our progress, which was the source of much drink-fueled pride as you can imagine. Sober ended the day in Docklands, as a result of failing to disembark his tube train until he overshot his destination by 13 stops (unlucky for some), and arrived back in Swindon at 2.30am. Liz and I also missed our stop, and I chose to alight our subsequent Northern Line train one stop early, forgetting to take Liz with me and then neglecting to get back on for another 20 minutes for reasons I cannot recall, but which must have seemed pertinent at the time. Liz was sick, and the decorating was postponed, but we had a cracking time, as you can imagine. We were even chucked out of the Orange Tree in Richmond after the race. And that, as I can assure you, look some doing.....
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