To Twickenham today for the Varsity match, (this link still shows last year's match details there at time of writing) jaunt organised by the Old Perseans. Not an entirely satisfactory result, and as always I'm uneasy about the atmosphere of these things, hangover from love-hate relationship with organised games of a self-consciously over-sensitive schoolboy: Triumph of the Will, I always think. And there's the enormous number of drunken people, the over-excited school parties, the vile smell of hot-dog and burger vans and the pestering by the touts.
But it was an enjoyable day out, and sitting in a pub full of drunken rugger fans on one's own reading Henry James gives an satisfying sense of superiority over those who can do nothing except drink and chatter pointlessly to one another.

