News 2006
Sculler's Head
3rd December 2006
| Pos | In Cat | Time | Cat | Num | Name | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 81 | 1 | 22:05.41 | WE | 520 | J Goldsack | |
| 92 | 1 | 22:08.82 | WN | 327 | B Cavell | |
| 99 | 1 | 22:13.37 | MVE | 98 | S Morris | |
| 101 | 1 | 22:14.74 | WS3 Lwt | 280 | A Dennis | |
| 132 | 1 | 22:30.03 | WS4 | 311 | A St John |
| Pos | In Cat | Time | Cat | Num | Name | |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
47
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7 | 21:43.78 | MS3 Lwt | 181 | A Cadoux-Hudson | |
| 100 | 4 | 22:14.58 | MJ | 185 | T Pryor | |
| 150 | 2 | 22:45.48 | WS3 Lwt | 278 | H Mason | |
| 172 | 2 | 22:57.11 | WS4 | 302 | A van Manen | |
| 267 | 3 | 24:02.50 | WVB | 197 | CA Job |
Fun Regatta
16 August 2006
Wallingford at Stourport
August 12/13 2006
Boat Naming
Wednesday July 26th 2006
WRC Single Sculling Beginners Weekend 10th & 11th June 2006
"At times, more like a swimming regatta!"
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Our novices do battle with three men in a boat
BBC2 - Part 1 Tue Jan 3rd 2006, Part 2 Thur Jan 5th 2006, 2100.
"Rowing into the middle of the Wallingford Regatta [the pub regatta - see this page, Sep 11], Dara decides to enter them in a race. The junior novices ladies team turn out to be worthy opponents".
There's more in the Radio Times, page 21:
In Wantage [sic], we burst out of the woods into the village regatta. "Good Rowing," someone shouted. He was being ironic. We were getting better, but we still scuffed our knuckles on the crossover oars and caught crabs like dorks. He challenged us to a race.
"They're a team of lady novelists."
"What?"
"Lady novices."
Oh, that was OK, then. Dara and Rory get fired up. "Novice" is actually a designation, not a description. The girls had just won a national competition in Oxford. And there were four of them. They effortlessly swished away with a flick of their sweeps, trailing Rory and Dara thrashing in pursuit.
And here's Dara O'Briain writing in the Telegraph
Five days in, we passed through a regatta in the town of Wallingford. Spurred on by vanity and the encouraging words of mischievous locals, we entered ourselves in a race against their lady "novices".
In rowing, unlike the real world, "novice" doesn't mean it's your first day with these pesky oar things. It's the name of the grade below "senior". Watch the ladies struggle to stay in the same camera-shot as us, as their ass-thin, carbon-fibre tray of a boat skims over the water and we heft our 1890s wooden pianoforte through their swell. All this while, the previously benign Griff morphs into a foul-mouthed dominatrix at cox. "Row, you f***s, row!" Although this was motivational, Rory and I couldn't bridge the gap.
