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Ed goes Rowing...

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Ed Stourtonby Edward Stourton
The annual boat race between Oxford and Cambridge will take place next month for the 150th time. This will be the last time viewers can watch the historic race on 大象传媒1.

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Battle of the Oxbridge Alumni. Hear from our very own Ed Stourton and former Cabinet Minister Jonathan Aitken听before they battle it out next month.
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Celebrating the boat race

2003 - Oxford won the official听boat race.
Ed Rowing

No rest for the wicked.
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If you keep your eyes peeled you might just spot Today presenter, Edward Stourton, he has bravely offered to take part in the 'oldies version' of the battle of the blues.

Training for听the Race听by Ed Stourton

Until the late 1980s the dons (male ones) of Oxford were accustomed to sunbathe and swim in the nude along a bend in the River Cherwell known as Parson's Pleasure. There is an old joke about the day when a women's eight rowed past and all the dons leapt up and tried to conceal their private parts behind the copies of Herodotus they had been idly perusing in the sun - all, that is, except one, who raised his book so that it shielded his head from the river. When his neighbour asked why he replied "I don't know about you, but most people recognise me by my face". An old joke, but a good one.

I am sure the traditional donnish fascination with rowing and the river is tied up with all sorts of splendidly inappropriate and suppressed imaginative yearnings for gilded youth and classical athletic perfection - the Bumps and the Boat Race evoke thoughts of triremes and the Battle of Salamis, Rupert Brooke in his watery grave on the island of Skiros ( "A young Apollo, golden-haired, standing on the verge of strife, magnificently unprepared for the long littleness of life"), and Byron swimming the Hellespont too (come to think of it, they are both Cambridge men, but I am sure Oxford can come up with something similar).

All of this is a roundabout reflection on the reasons for our editor's curious obsession (see last week's newsletter) with what I have been up to in my spare time - this latest development in his Oxford don fantasy life was entirely predictable, and those of you who have been following the development of this side of his character closely may be interested to know that he has now done out his office to look like High Table. For the record, and lest his increasingly imaginatively accounts of our really rather mundane life in Television Centre have confused you, I am training for an oldies version of the Boat Race which the 大象传媒 is staging to mark the 150th anniversary of the real thing.

For the first three days of last week we rowed 22 kilometres a day on an artificial lake in Berkshire. On Thursday we did a couple of 2 kilometre "pieces" at race pace, and on Friday we tried our hands at the three kilometre stretch of the real Boat Race course - from Putney Bridge to Hammersmith Bridge - over which we will challenge Oxford when the day of the race comes.

All I really cared about after our week of "Boat Camp" was getting our stroke rate above the comfortable 38 or so at which we can now stride along into the low forties we need to hit to humiliate the Oxford team. And I was not alone in this. This is going to be a telly programme, so it has to include the odd humiliating moment to keep people watching ("panem et circenses", as Professor Kevin might put it). On Thursday afternoon they threw us an IQ test, and the cameras were provided with the no doubt gratifying picture of a group of people who are used to thinking of themselves as clever being completely stumped by such questions as "Find three animals by using each letter in the phrase "ROTTING HEAPS". All we could think of was that stroke rate, and afterwards we faced a terrifying possibility were we undergoing some bizarre metamorphosis? Would the IQ rate keep going down as the stroke rate went up?

Fortunately the four real athletes in our boat (and we are talking serious stuff here, they have all competed at Olympic or International level, and the clinking in their tracksuit pockets is medals, not loose change) provided some reassurance they include a surgeon, a budding MP and a couple of high-powered teachers (one of them a Phd), so clearly sport does not rot the brain. The truth is that we have become horribly, obsessively determined to beat Oxford, and nothing else matters very much any more - Humphrys looked me in the eye after Saturday's programme and said, in that annoyingly penetrating way he has of identifying weak spots, "I bet you really, really want to win, don't you?". He is right.

We'll win of course - the only worry is Kevin, who has been asking the forecasters what the weather is going to be like on Wednesday. It seems he is trying to get a little bit of the Surrey side of the Thames declared a temporary "Parson's Pleasure", and he has been spotted in second hand classical book shops trying out quarto volumes of Greek poetry in the fig leaf position. It could be terribly distracting.

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Kevin Marsh gives his verdict...

The first we all knew about this was when he dragged an old rowing machine out of the back of his shooting brake and dropped it onto the patio just outside the kitchen door, narrowly missing Jim's "herb" garden. And once he'd got the steering sorted out he was off.

The seat seemed a bit on the small side all things considered but it didn't seem too incommodious even though he grunted a lot and made odd noises and punched buttons on the little console in front of his nose and every now and then shouted odd things like "ONE K" and "twenty five" and "stroke ... stroke ... stroke."

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