Mart Misses The Boat
Top day out on Saturday. Word on the street was, “Let’s do something posh”, so we did.
Me and Mart and some of the Richmond posse winged it down to Kingston Regatta. Okay, so it’s not much more than the odd long-ish canoe going up and down the river being watched by people in hats, but at least it was different, and definitely posher than tucking into some ancient throwaway on Brick Lane, which was what we’d originally planned.
Heron Alan was supposed to come but, typically, he chose to stay put.
Alan, staying put, looking as socially awkward as always:
Alan, mate, you really should get out and about a bit more.
Anyway, got down there. Bit of rain, bit of sun. Perfect.
Within seconds, Maria spotted a scattering of what looked like breadcrumbs.
Sadly, it turned out to be just pavement:
Should’ve known not to trust ‘Where-the-fuck-am-I?’ Maria!
It was all pretty relaxed after that. Just us, some boats, and the river:
Feeling a bit peckish, I chanced it with a visit to a nearby French restaurant:
Needless to say, I didn’t get very far.
Having given up on the food front, we soon got into the action.
Quite entertaining in the end as it goes discussing the form of the rowers, size of their boats, fitness levels etc.:
No idea really what was going on, but then again, not sure anyone else had much of a clue either, particularly not Mart:
“Boat? What boat?”