Mr. ASBO or whatever he's called is having a bit of a period today, and has gone ******* mental at every boat that went past. It took a snap at our 7's blade between Grassy and First Post, and then as we were going round first post (about 40 metres away from him) he decided to start flying towards us - incidentally, how ******* big are swans?! - and then landed on our stern and started taking bites out of our cox. Lovely weather for it this morning though...