The torch has been passed to a new generation of Young Fogeys and appears in good hands with Andrew Cusack, whose visually appealing website is oojah-cum-spiff, and whose University of St. Andrews paper, The Mitre, by its own accord, "brings anachronism to life!" How many student papers feature a laudatory blurb from the regional superior of the FSSP ("Its frenetic tone is amusing in a relentless, unpitying way that reminds me of 'Vile Bodies,'" says the Rev. John Emerson) or feature headlines such as "University to Recruit from Crème of Old Empire"?

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Riparian entertainments evocative of Hyacinth Bucket again marked the scene at Henley. Legendary British miler Seb Coe took in the spectacle:

Apart from the Olympic stadium, only the Masters in Augusta has resisted the modern commercial pressures. The setting is spectacular, the blazers a testament to the quality of English tailoring even though they do their best to conceal the transition from ectomorphic rower to mesomorphic insurance broker. "Ah, you know the reason for that, it's because we're all amateurs", said Christopher Davidge, past chairman of Henley, and who is two years' shy of 60 years' service on and off that famous stretch of the Thames.

The idea of the gifted amateur is a deeply attractive one. The idol who could play the game for the sake of the game, make his century at Lord's and then go back to teach Greek or make a House of Commons speech (not what passes for one now) with his wind-blown hair restored to its Corinthian perfection, was the very model of Edwardian excellence.

On the water, Harvard beat Cambridge in the semis but lost in the finals of the Grand Challenge Cup.

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Elsewhere in the Empire, Mirabilis.ca hums "The Maple Leaf Forever."