Lured once more to Henley Regatta for the blazers and caps shrunk in half, worn by ex-rowers who’ve doubled in size.
The ludicrous Stewards’ Enclosure dress code of no visible ladies’ knees remains inviolate; two years ago I watched an ejected girl vainly pleading she’d driven all the way from Wales who proved to be Tiggy Legge-Bourke, nanny to Princes William and Harry.
The lashed and loutish grow annually, like the bobbing jetsam that laps the banks throughout the Regatta which should be receiving the attention at present devoted to ladies’ knees.
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