For weeks after this, we struggled to find a third man. James Fisher, Sub-Editor at Country Life, assured me that, unless I guaranteed him a place in the crew, he would never accept another commission on drey-poking for Shooting Times. On publication, the work was denounced as the sad result of over-educating the lower orders and Jerome was declared ‘a menace to English letters’. For those who haven’t had the pleasure, in 1889, Jerome penned a humorous account of a two-week boating holiday rowing from Kingston to Oxford and back. We were to skiff downriver in the most authentic vessel we could find to see just how much of the Thames Jerome K. I hatched the plan one night between pint five and closing time, in a sticky corner of a Camberwell pub.
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