‘This Wimbledon is the best ever! But isn’t it? Really??’

We have this conversation every year. Its always brilliant but the one that’s before your very eyes is, by its sheer immediacy and total… there-ness, the absolute best. Best shots, best rallies, best dresses, best thing to watch, RIGHT NOW, with no reverting to memory or knowledge or even thinkin’. Coco Gauff. We’ve never had her before. Serena… yeah, been round the block a few times but still the most awesome Ladies’ player ever. With no competition whatsoever. And a character. So unlike the 486 blonde, pony-tailed (though different pony tails from the footballers), hard-faced, semi-robotic East Europeans who are generic, ubiquitous and therefore completely interchangeable. Just doesn’t matter. Federer? Playing, at 37 years of age(!!!) like a man of… 36. And Nadal, still playing like a Spaniard and Djokovich, still… Djokovich.

And its brilliant and we love it. And it takes us away. To a brighter, shinier, cleaner, nicer place. Where there’s no Brexit, there’s no Farage. No Trump. No Conservative leadership bollocks and NO BREXIT.

And no Tommy Robinson. Mainly because he was in court today, rather than on court today (tennis joke: ha, ha, haaaa…)

He’s the leader of the English Defense League, which is a political…something, standing in a non-racist, non-segregationist, non-neo-nazi way for good, honest, lower class, working (or claiming benefits) white people who farkin’ hate immigrants, forinners, darkies, chinks, spics, wops and injuns. And Tommy, whose real name is Stephen Yaxley-Lennon, but doesn’t use that because hyphens don’t go down too well in the company he chooses to keep, was in the High Court today after his appeal to the contempt of court sentence he received a while ago. So his ‘supporters’ marched down Fleet Street today to drink beer. And show their support. And their tattoos. Lots of both. So I went and mingled with my fellow countrymen. Then came in and took a long, hot shower. Must have been a thousand people. Which, as well as showing what great support there is for extreme right-wing thought (if they ‘think’ at all), I find terribly depressing.

One Tommy Robinson, there’s only one Tommy Robinson… repeat until you fall over drunk.

Happy Thursday

A xxxx