Last weekend an intrepid bunch of Vesta Rowers headed up the Thames and attempted to visit every pub on their way home. . .
Write up by Amelia Munsey
In true Vesta style, we once again proved that we are a Drinking Club with a Rowing problem. 50 or so of our club members embarked upon a brave mission, to survive the Pairs Head Pub Crawl. (Previously billed as the Fours Head Reconnaissance Mission)
Everything started off rather civilised at The Ship in Mortlake with most opting for a pint to reward themselves for their hard mornings’ training. A group of three courageous girls set the bar rather high. Their challenge: to drink a bottle of Prosecco between them at each pub.
The next stop was at the White Hart near to Barnes, which is where we rested our tired legs and watched the racing. The Vesta roar could be heard for miles and you were able to see the Vesta racing crews pick up their pace in response to the calls of the crowd.
The Black Lion in Chiswick was the third pub along the way, this is where Vesta came in to its own. The penny came out and Harry Bond was in his element. Several downed pints later, things were starting to get very merry.
The Old Ship was a chance for us all to catch up on the rugby score, whilst getting another round in. . . At our next stop, The Dove, there simply wasn’t enough space for us all to fit into the pub. So some brave souls passed out shots for others who couldn’t fit inside to consume. This led to an alleyway photograph. . .
The Rutland was where things started to deteriorate, as we had a premature ‘Slut Drop’ competition between our glorious leader James Hawkins, Deckchair and the latest contender Novice Felix. The competition was, however, inconclusive with all competitors being worryingly talented.
We added one more stop on to our route, and stopped at another friendly tideway club Auriol Kensington. They have a wonderful and friendly bar, and were very accepting of our rather large and rowdy group. We went all the way up to their balcony, which was a chance to reflect on the beauty of Hammersmith Bridge in the dark.
The crowd then began the long journey home to the Vesta Bar, which didn’t go as smoothly as anticipated. One man was challenged to a piggy back race, which led to him tripping over a root with a girl on his back and tearing up his hands. He did the only sensible thing, and had another drink.
I’d carry on this tale of shenanigans, but I fear that it would get too sordid for the purposes of the Vesta website. I can tell you however, that the night ended up with a group of champions dancing the night away in the Fez Club.
Now we have a few short weeks to recover until the Fours Head Party.
See you next time!