Well, the institutionalised insanity that is Wimbledon is upon us again. Two weeks of bonking, overpriced and allegedly tasteless strawberries, screaming and grunting female prima donnas and people actually caring how a bunch of wealthy athletes interact.
Wimbledon brings out the almost jingoistic patriotism in support for the British players who nearly always disappoint, mainly because they are not good enough to compete with the hothouse reared imports.
For me, watching tennis is just about preferable to watching paint drying, though I have been following with some interest the contoversy regarding the screaming players. Screaming seems to have become endogenous in young women, along with waving arms around and repeating expressions like OMIGOD. Why is it that when excited they feel the need to squeal like stuck pigs? It is, like the tennis players an affectation, and a very annoying one at that. Screaming when you strike a tennis ball seems like such a waste of energy and must be offputting to one's opponent. Surely it is time that this practice was stamped out.
It would seem that at the moment the country is rallying - no pun intended - behind the rather arrogant Scot, Andrew Murray. Personally i hope he gets knocked out in the early rounds. This is the young man, who during the last world cup, publically stated that he would support any team but England, and now he looks to the English for his own support. He will get it of course because the British public has the memory of a fruit fly, and are manipulated by the tabloid press.
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