Dropped Cox

This weekend was the climax of torpids, one of the termly intercollegiate rowing competitions. I'm not into rowing anymore, but it can be fun (albeit cliched) to go and cheer on your boats on the last day. Here's a crew celebrating by soaking their poor cox. Went to a gig with a good trumpet, a good bass, and sadly lacklustre lyrics. Often the way.

Bye Barbara