As a kid, I used to quite enjoy watching a game of tennis, and was even known to play a game or two.
I used to stay with relations in the UK on the odd summer and they never let a single match go unwatched on their glorious black and white television.
Then tennis players started to sprout Russian sounding names, and it ceased to become a game of fun and skill, and instead became a game of concentration, scowling, yelling at the umpire and mechanical professionalism. So I haven’t watched Wimbledon in decades.
I gather some Scottish/English/UK bloke [depending on who’s talking] has won something?
For fuck’s sake!
You would swear he had discovered a painless solution to the world’s financial crisis!
I saw a bit of the Beeb news on Sunday. There had been a plane crash in San Francisco and also a horrific train crash in Canada [anyone see “Unstoppable?] so I expected to hear what had happened.
But no. According to the Beeb, the plane crash never happened and the train crash got a ten second mention at the end. Apparently the news of the day which superseded plane crashes, train crashes and riots in Egypt was this bloke winning something in Wimbledon.
Last night I thought they might have forgotten about it, but it just transpired that the Beeb had spent their day interviewing everyone in the UK who had known this bloke. We had slow motion replays [as if seeing five hundred repeats at normal speed wasn’t enough?]. We even had a documentary at prime viewing time which, needless to say I didn’t watch.
They are talking about giving the bloke a knighthood? I presume next they’ll want him declared a saint?
Sweet sufferin’ Mary with a Polo mint!
Will yiz ever get a grip lads?
It’s only a fucking game.