So why do you fast? People ask me this. Knowing my precise thoughts on the whole ‘relgion’ thing, which loosely translates as ‘its all bollocks’. And there is but one reason. Or two. I fast because I can. I fast because its really not difficult. I fast because everyone else does. And I fast because as the bell goes for the end of that 25th hour, we eat food that never, under any other circumstances, tastes a fraction as good. Why do you bang your head against the wall? Because its great when you stop. Why do you fast?

Though I did murmur the weeniest of prayers yesterday. Even before the Spurs match kicked off. I prayed that my hip would be ok for today. Because my dear old (very old, in fact) mate Aussie Johnno is over for the usual, brief, temporary, fly-through visit to these shores. And for those who don’t know, when he was Rhodesian Johnno, he was in fact the Bulawayo Boys Tennis Champion of about 1973 or 74 or thereabouts. So the once in a decade chance to compete with ‘the best’ (phah!) was too great to heed the consultant’s instructions to ‘just rest the hip and it’ll be fine’. I’ll rest it tomorrow. In fact, due to upcoming holiday, I’ll be resting it quite a bit. So no point being too hard on myself. How much harm can one gentle knock-up do? Particularly with the Bulawayo (white-)Boys Champion of 1975?

The signs were great. Weather conditions perfect. It was raining. But not much. Barely a drizzle, hardly a torrent. And it was great. Like the old days when he was London Johnno and we’d play more regularly. And all was fine. Until that fatal run to the right. Ahhhhh. Fuuuuuuu- no, I’ll be fine. And I was fine. The pain ceased, I gingerly went back on court and played out with increasing comfort/ lesser limpage. No problem. Course, I can’t fucking move now, but heh, I’m in ‘rest mode’ for the next couple of weeks.

Theresa May has found a way to get the kids onside. Bribe them. Like Corbyn did. But he lied properly. Made promises that would never be even considered should power ever, heaven forbid (see, I do religion sometimes) fall into his lap. But Theresa’s bribe is more subtle. She’ll ‘freeze’ student tuition fees. Wow! That’ll buy me… errr… nothing? Yes, in a magnanimous move, she’s promised to hold the fees at the current 9,250 quid a year, subject to the preposterous 6.25% interest (bank rate currently: 0.25%). She will NOT, I repeat NOT be increasing them by the published £250 each year. I think Ms May needs to go back to ‘bribery 101’ and re-learn the basics: promise EVERYTHING, give nothing. She’s promised nothing. Thus just looks like a panic.

Happy Sunday

A xxxx