Frankly, this was a bit of a mess. A virtually snoring bow man plus three knackered blokes in the stern didn't give much opportunity for settling into a powerful rhythm, so we just hoofed it as best we could, with personal pushes whose frequency and duration dropped steadily over the course. There was a nice bit by Simoco but the rest was dire. Oh well. At least we beat / drew with all the other alumni clubs. (Rose the Twat)