Showing posts with label stig. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stig. Show all posts

Tuesday, 12 February 2013

Rowing Fast and Taking Names


Serbian, lightweight, cerise and blue,  NDCO. These are just a few words which can be used to describe this member of the crew going down to Georgia with us. With the exception of the Head of the Trent regatta she won her event in every regatta this fall – notably including the Head of the Charles regatta. As with Jill, she would prefer to spend an evening in a onesie (aka snuggie) eating food. This is starting to seem like a bit of a trend with lightweight women – onesies, nothing against them, just an observation. Clocking in at 8.750 vertically stacked pencil crayons tall, she has spent most of her life in St Catherines, the self-proclaimed center of rowing in Canada (where are the national team training centers again?). Some say that she once beat a heavyweight man at bench press and she has recently developed an irrational hatred of Rubens Barrichello, Wait, no she didn’t develop a hatred, because unlike the Stig, she has not been beaten by him. Anyway, all we know is, it’s Sara Matovic.

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

The Most Definitely Not Self Serving Autobiography


Today I am starting the team introductions, with my own. As per last year, one of the things I have been most anticipating is the opportunity to write this blog yet again. I was going to say that I will try my best to not make this blog post self-serving, and then realized that I will just do that. After all, we do or do not, as opposed to trying. Clocking in at a whopping 11.3 Stone and 188 000 000 nm tall, sporting an exploded appendix  and originally hailing from the fabled ‘best coast’, I now spend most of my time in London (the one where the Queen does not live). I only row in high definition, ideally near or under bridges; or other items of civil engineering merit. Ever questing for the All-Spark. Some say that I have recently been releasing pop records under the pseudonym of Lady Gaga, and that under my unisuit, there’s another unisuit. All we know is, I’m not called the Stig. I am quite excited to jump in my car and Roll Out for Georgia.