Wimbledon is now well into it's second week. It's probably twenty years since I really focused on it,but this year it piques my interest just a litle. Hapless Henman is no more,but has been replaced in the home fans concsience, if not affections, by the surly git from Scotland, Andy Murray. He upset a few two years ago for his support of any of England's opponents in the World Cup. My problem isn't that of course. It's just that he's a miserable fucking git. For someone who will never in his life be called on to do anything approaching a day's work, who will never be filled with terror as a bill thuds onto the mat, who will just be paid vast sums for doing no more than playing the game he supposedly loves playing whilst swanning first class and five star around the planet. you would have thought it might be possible just once in a while to let a smile break across his face.
Happily today he seems to be heading to his doom against some francais I've never even heard of, but then it all goes pierre shaped and he fights back to win the last three sets. The crowd go wild and are apparently now in love with him. FFS he's still the same miserable bastard he was a couple of hours back.
Another dose of J does little to lift my spirits, though she does seem a little more under control today.
On the pervery front, I have written to three dommes in Leicester who run a regime not dissimilar to the OWK it would seem. Let's see what becomes of that!
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