On 16th July, fresh after England’s clean defeat to Argentina, OPIG took to the high seas. The OPIGlets pooled our resources and procured punts from many different berths. Organised by Admiral Alexander Hasson, we departed from the Cherwell boathouse and shipped out upriver to the Vicky Arms.
Bushes were clipped, banks were mounted, and dignity was shed, but progress, in the loosest sense of the word, was made upstream. Two punts eventually reached their destination, where the crews promptly applied the usual restorative. Nobody knew what had become of the others. We decided this was a problem best contemplated over a pint.
Then, we had our annual Boat Race. Only those who had never punted before could take part. What followed was less a race than a slow-motion dispersal into the surrounding vegetation.
Apparently, Clare won, and Kingsley came last? I wouldn’t know. I can’t remember.
