The Thames was full of practicing oarsmen last week, all correctly garbed in soggy sweat suits and all wearing the sober face of dedication to a gentleman's sport. Then an Australian named Stuart Mackenzie clapped a flippantly incorrect bowler on his head, put on a sardonic grin, and sallied out for a trial scull. Watching Mackenzie's parody of his prospective rivals, one old Cambridge rowing blue sniffed: "Just not the sort of thing done around here."
Yet, that is just the sort of thing Mackenzie has been doing around there for years. And rather successfully, too: by almost any standard. Stuart...
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