It makes it hard to write a blog that is almost completely news-driven when you can't find the news. Alas this was the predicament upon my return from away-time because apparently britain at large had discovered tennis as it does so every year through the Wimbledon tournament. It was with my head in my hands that i consulted the listings to see the BBC news shunted up and down and side to side with all the dignity of an aging and over weight drag queen attempting "its raining men" on the carry-okie at a run down bar over looking Blackpool pleasure beach...
Yes the nation was once again trying with all their might to like Andy Murry enough to cheer him on to reach the final (which we all know Federer-er will win; and i assume has won upon your reading of this). The problem is that Scottish Tennis-Braveheart Murry forgot how the story of Braveheart actually ends... defeat and ceremonial execution after a long drawn-out torturing at the hands of some one cruel (in this case Andy Roddick).
You would think the BBC would be honest at this point and realize that the viewers for wimbledon will be likely to drop right off, with national interest still in the running, but it commits to its schedule-disrupting even as i sit and write this. Still its no great loss because even when i did catch the news it was just full of rather emotionless reporters confirming to me every hour on the hour that Michael Jackson is still dead... he's dead... still... still dead that one... his music is very popular but now he's dead... yeah, he'll be dead for quite a while... dead... WAIT HE'S ALIVE! oh no, my mistake, they're just showing a clip from the thriller video for the thousandth FUCKING TIME!
its with regret that i haven't discussed anything "important" but if i must have tennis and a still dead Michael Jackson rammed down my throat - so must you.
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