murmur rose from the crowd of journalists. One BBC presenter with a camera drew closer to us, shouting, âSheâs a little girl! You canât arrest her like that, in front of the whole country!â
âIâm not in the least little,â I pointed out; âin fact Iâm quite tall for my age, which is eleven and a half years old.â
I was now surrounded with cameras and journalists, and could see my own face on the huge screen above. Shame about the oil and the water, which made my hair all sleek and tidy instead of letting it express its usual wild personality.
Meanwhile, the journalists were throwing interesting questions at me:
âWhat are you trying to do by this action? Where are your parents? Have you stolenthis boat? Are you protesting against the perpetuation of sheer elitism and class supremacy which the OxfordâCambridge Boat Race embodies as an annual reminder and celebration of the hegemony of the intellectual ruling classes?â
I said, âLet me explain.â
And then there was silence, and I saw that it was good.
So I went on:
âFriends, Londonians, countrymen. And countrywomen. And countrychildren. This Boat Race is rigged! The Cambridge crew is integrally doped. Without the rowersâ knowledge, their coach, Gwendoline Hawthorne, helped by her brother Julius, has been mixing performance-enhancing drugs into their food. On top of that, their cox, Will Sutcliffe, also known as Wally, has, for reasons unclear, been steadily poisoning some selected members of the first crew, and also some unsuspecting members of the public, such as me, my sidekicks, my editor in chief and a pirate. In order to pay forthe poison that he administered through the skin by the means of fake antibacterial gel, he robbed jewelry from barges on the Cam for over a month.â
No noise was to be heard, apart from the clicking of the cameras and the seagullsâ laughter. It was super satisfying.
âTo sum up,â I concluded, âthis Boat Race cannot be allowed to take place!â
And suddenly the noise was deafening, and I was carried away by the policemen who had greeted me, while the presenterâs voice above my head was screaming, âAnd it looks like the race is delayed! The two crews have been asked to row back to the bank and disembark! Are they about to drug-test them? Drug-testing rowersin the Boat Race is incredibly rareâcould this child be right?â
It was much quieter inside the room where the officers took me, and where I had to reveal to them a variety of tedious details such as my name, date of birth and where on Earth my parents may be.
âThey must be at home in Cambridge,â I said. âBut probably not watching the Boat Race, so I wouldnât worry; like every Saturday morning, Dad must be writing a sermon and Mum must be doing some equations to relax. Iâll be back before they even notice Iâve been up to something.â
But the police officer insisted on calling them. It wasnât wise, as he almost lost his eardrum once heâd told Dad about what Iâd been up to. From the other side of the room, even I heard what Dad said, and it wasnât a bunch of words he would have happily repeated in front of his churchgoers.
âYour parents are coming to fetch you,â he said after hanging up, massaging his ear.
âWell, thatâs good, I guess. I didnât feel like another ride in that sleeping bag.â
âTheyâre not very pleased,â he pointed out.
âThey very rarely are. Even when I got first prize at kindergarten for best robot made out of toilet rolls, they were just like, âHave you learned to read yet?â Of course I had already, but I didnât tell them because Iâm not the kind to brag about being able to read at three years old, even though one must admit itâs quite exceptional.â
âI see. Youâre a bit of a handful, arenât
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