The tunes were dull enough, for sure, but the abiding memory will be of the crowd full of rowers and ex-debutantes.

What in the name of living fuck? Plaid shirts I expected. But Ruperts and Charlottes discussing popping back to Winchester for their autumn break and wearing sweaters tied over their shoulders? This will not do.

It's the times, isn't it? They're a'changing. Once Cameron gets in there's going to be a full-on yuppie revival. That's when I'll reach for my revolver.