Oxford & Cambridge Boat Race

When you've lived in West London for as long as I have, you can't miss the annual boat race on the river. I can remember my nan taking me once or twice when I was little.  I drank my first (and last) Velvet Hammer cocktail as a teenager at my posh best friend's house one year.  I can remember taking the irish triplets down there in their prams and thinking "well this is a stupid idea".  

I support Oxford, only because it is West from London and I've been there.  I'm too long in the tooth to change my mind about it, although in hindsight, I prefer the Cambridge colour.  Still, I think it's important to pick sides in these events.

It's a great spectacle and we're lucky enough to have known quite a few people who are lucky enough to live on the river.  Yesterday was no exception and we battled through crowds to a friend's house to have a drink or two and enjoy the 20 seconds or so of frenzy before rushing inside to the telly to watch the rest of the race.  And I can't help but think how ridiculous it all is.  Still, it's a good excuse to get out of the house.

Here's one of my photos from a few years ago.  The entourage is almost more interesting than the main event... almost.

Happy Monday all.  The sun is shining!


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