Capital Rowing Club

Check out my new rowing club, Capital!

The club shares a boathouse - the trusty Anacostia Community Boathouse - with other clubs, but this doesn't stop any of the fun. Rowing is every night Monday to Thursday which makes it really flexible, but I can't help thinking that my Oxford days were far more competitive. There are regattas that I'm looking forward to, but it's a bit confusing to have the people in the boat change, and your own position in the boat change, every time. I miss knowing where I sit! That's the price, I guess, for trundling down to the boathouse only when you feel like it...anyway, I ordered my T-shirt so I gotta keep rowing!


Last night I had to cox for the first time, though, which was a minor disaster. I make three errors, all of which I excuse for my novice status. It's hard enough to steer and put your arm in the air to tell the coaches you can hear them. Anyway, I had to steer around a battleship and go through a bridge, but I swung close to the ship, then crossed the river, basically not hearing the coach properly. Then we did an "all 8" only to snag some guy's fishing line from the bank quite spectacularly, dragging it maybe 100 feet, until he was calling out. I could see it stretched out, very thin and green-looking, along the river, and it must have snapped and flung back or something. Anyway, the next moment we're off and I was supposed to overtake the boat in front - a dawdling 4 - riverside, but it swung out and I decided to undercut it (rather than swing further into the river). My mistake. The 4 should have stayed close to the bank, but with him edging in the river, and with the bridge coming up, we had to "way enough" or "easy oar" as I would say, confusing anybody.

So what happened? well, they had to swap me out of the boat. Kind of humiliating! But they put me in as a rower for compensation I guess, but on the other side. I've never rowed starboard before! (bow side). As you can see, all the rowing terms are different between the UK and US as well, and that doesn't help. suffice to say, I took it easy (universal term) rowing strangely with my right arm, and made it back. I just wanna row stroke-side!


Anyway, it doesn't always look like this, but when you cruise steady after a tough piece of rowing, and the boat sits up, it can feel like this.

Where was that picture taken anyway, the Amazon?

Capital Rowing Club

Check out my new rowing club, Capital!

The club shares a boathouse - the trusty Anacostia Community Boathouse - with other clubs, but this doesn't stop any of the fun. Rowing is every night Monday to Thursday which makes it really flexible, but I can't help thinking that my Oxford days were far more competitive. There are regattas that I'm looking forward to, but it's a bit confusing to have the people in the boat change, and your own position in the boat change, every time. I miss knowing where I sit! That's the price, I guess, for trundling down to the boathouse only when you feel like it...anyway, I ordered my T-shirt so I gotta keep rowing!


Last night I had to cox for the first time, though, which was a minor disaster. I make three errors, all of which I excuse for my novice status. It's hard enough to steer and put your arm in the air to tell the coaches you can hear them. Anyway, I had to steer around a battleship and go through a bridge, but I swung close to the ship, then crossed the river, basically not hearing the coach properly. Then we did an "all 8" only to snag some guy's fishing line from the bank quite spectacularly, dragging it maybe 100 feet, until he was calling out. I could see it stretched out, very thin and green-looking, along the river, and it must have snapped and flung back or something. Anyway, the next moment we're off and I was supposed to overtake the boat in front - a dawdling 4 - riverside, but it swung out and I decided to undercut it (rather than swing further into the river). My mistake. The 4 should have stayed close to the bank, but with him edging in the river, and with the bridge coming up, we had to "way enough" or "easy oar" as I would say, confusing anybody.

So what happened? well, they had to swap me out of the boat. Kind of humiliating! But they put me in as a rower for compensation I guess, but on the other side. I've never rowed starboard before! (bow side). As you can see, all the rowing terms are different between the UK and US as well, and that doesn't help. suffice to say, I took it easy (universal term) rowing strangely with my right arm, and made it back. I just wanna row stroke-side!


Anyway, it doesn't always look like this, but when you cruise steady after a tough piece of rowing, and the boat sits up, it can feel like this.

Where was that picture taken anyway, the Amazon?

Ronnie O'Sullivan in the final!

Meet Ronnie "the Rocket" O' Sullivan, America. Ronnie is the current World Snooker Champion as of last weekend, the May bank holiday in England. After sweeping the former 6-times champion, ol' moody Scot Stephen Hendry aside in one of the biggest routings of Hendry's highly successful career, Ronnie went on to win the final against Ali Carter 18-8 to take his third World Championship crown in Sheffield.

Snooker is noticeably absent in America, where pool is king. No doubt there is something old-fashioned about the game, but this is its glory. The modern game no longer takes endless days and literally hundreds of "frames" (individual games) to play. But it does take long sessions that are no doubt to an American sensibility and need for speed! It's a bit like the cricket to America's baseball, although arguably snooker is a game of genius, where pool is game of fast wrist-snapping talent - the way it's played in the States at least. In the old days (the 70s!), snooker was a gentleman's game played by thugs, while the modern game is so fast with so many breaks it's more a thug's game played by clean-cut gents. But back in the days of Alex "Hurricane Higgins" things were different...America, you need to check out the big daddy of all pool games, the vast green baize of the snooker table!

Ronnie O'Sullivan in the final!

Meet Ronnie "the Rocket" O' Sullivan, America. Ronnie is the current World Snooker Champion as of last weekend, the May bank holiday in England. After sweeping the former 6-times champion, ol' moody Scot Stephen Hendry aside in one of the biggest routings of Hendry's highly successful career, Ronnie went on to win the final against Ali Carter 18-8 to take his third World Championship crown in Sheffield.

Snooker is noticeably absent in America, where pool is king. No doubt there is something old-fashioned about the game, but this is its glory. The modern game no longer takes endless days and literally hundreds of "frames" (individual games) to play. But it does take long sessions that are no doubt to an American sensibility and need for speed! It's a bit like the cricket to America's baseball, although arguably snooker is a game of genius, where pool is game of fast wrist-snapping talent - the way it's played in the States at least. In the old days (the 70s!), snooker was a gentleman's game played by thugs, while the modern game is so fast with so many breaks it's more a thug's game played by clean-cut gents. But back in the days of Alex "Hurricane Higgins" things were different...America, you need to check out the big daddy of all pool games, the vast green baize of the snooker table!

Typewriter!

Dear England, I just love old typewriters! I can't explain why. Something about the old-style need to hammer the keys.

We are so luck today with our PC, and the keys of laptops which just seem to get softer all the time.

Something about the above pic just makes me want to be a newspaperman of the old skool. Go out and find William Randolph Hearst. But then again, don't you have to catch the tape and isn't that just like the annoying toner AND tape changing of modern laser printers!

I take it back, I love old typewriters!