You want photos.
Oh I know you do; don't tell me you don't.
Oh alright then. But first, you have to look at photos of the race on saturday.
That's me, cleverly disguised by the sunglasses. Just look at that reach! Do I have water or what? Aw yeah, 5 is where it's at. Fucking awesome.
Thanks for indulging me in my rowing obsession. Well done. For those of you presently living vicariously, here is your reward:
The man himself. (See what I mean about the Kenny G hair?)
Dinner last night was lovely. Had a great time. He roasted a chicken with carrots, sprouts, parsnips and (because he's English, he just can't help it poor lad)... potatoes. They were good. (For potatoes.)
Then we just lounged around, snuggled on the couch in front of the telly and watched nature programs on BBC4.
Later that night we,
let's just say I lost count and leave it at that, shall we?
and I still have no idea what became of my knickers.