Talking of strapping sporty people, the Eastbourne tennis championships were a hit with the ladyfriend and I on Friday. We got to see Martina thwack a few balls. I didn't realise she was a grunter. Perhaps the tv microphone doesn't pick up her "hurruph" when she hits the ball, like a pipistrelle bat she is out of range. She's certainly slowed down a tad. Her fan base were there, my word. Eastbourne was wall to wall sensible shoes this weekend it was like mardi gras.
21 June, 2004
With the warmth of the season caressing the land, the celebration of the Summer Solstice brings forth a truly joyous recognition that we can now enjoy the fruits of our labors in the past season - indeed! Merry summer solstice to you all. Let's hope our boys can stick it in the back of the net tonight. I felt for the spaniards last night, oh how I too have looked on in bewilderment as my England have thrown it all away. Off with Owen and on with Luther Blisset, s'wat I say.
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