This week/weekend, Oxford celebrates the Rose Bowl of the water… the Summer VIIIs, a centuries-olde tradition that pits colleges against colleges for annual pride, plaques, and new oars.
The Summer VIIIs are the annual crew/rowing races on the Thames- Due to the narrowness of the river, boats win by literally “bumping” another boat, or by completing the long race in a timed competition…
Thus, inspired by a recent punting adventure, and the viewing of such spectacular paddling, in the epic (and rather rewritten) words of Petula Clark:
Downstream
When you’re alone and life is making you lonely
You can always be - downstream
When you've got worries, all the noise and the hurry
Seems to help, I see - downstream
Just listen to the music of the wind through the trees
Linger on the west bank where the cricket fields are green
How can you lose?
The stars are much brighter there
You can forget all your troubles, forget all your cares
So go downstream, things'll be great when you're
Downstream - no finer place, for sure
Downstream - everything's waiting for you
Don't hang around and let your essays surround you
There are football games- downstream
Maybe you know some little pubs you can go to
Where they never close - downstream
Just listen to the rhythm of punting in the river
You're eating berries and cream before the day is over
Happy again
The lights are much brighter there
You can forget all your readings, forget all your cares
So go downstream, where all the stars are bright
Downstream - waiting for you tonight
Downstream - you're gonna be all right now
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