Game, Set, Match...

Wimbledon fortnight is upon us once again. Exorbitantly priced strawberries, vain hope that one of our mediocre sports-people will bring glory back to Britannia and, of course, all that grunting and groaning. They're hitting a winning backhand: you close your eyes and conjure up an altogether different picture. Believe us, when Maria Sharapova is on court, that shit can keep a boyfriend occupied for hours.

The BBC are offering top notch coverage for you lazy fuckers what can't be bothered to shift from the couch. Tim Henman has finally given up the ghost and retired to punditry. He'll be joining Sue 'You've Been Tangoed' Barker, the irrepressible John McEnroe and ex-champion Boris Becker. (Is it just us, or does he have a touch of the albino about him?)

Here at Glitterditch we love a flutter down the bookies. Why, only this weekend we bet on a horse and made a whopping fiver profit. We're hot shit. So will we be backing the great white hope that is Andy Murray? With Henman Hill a graveyard of disapointments we're more cynical this time around and Mr Murray is like, the most boring man in sport today (check out the interviews).

We're inclined to pay more attention to the Women's Singles draw. Nestling in amongst a seething mass of lithe, lean and frighteningly focused young Russians and Serbians, are the Williams sisters. Battle-scarred survivors of SW19, despite loosening their iron-fisted domination of the game, they won't go down without a fight. It's going to be all silly short skirts, big serves and temper tantrums.

For a slice of the action, head down to Wimbledon for on the day tickets.

Image courtesy of StuSeeger's photostream on Flickr.

Written by Ria on 23 Jun 2008 4:53 PM. Permalink