there is a time to laugh and a time not to laugh. this is not one of those.
This entry will mainly be about Wimbledon but I will pause to briefly mention a few noteworthy events of this week:
i) Went on mouse-hunt with brave Australian housemate in bedroom. No sign of mouse was found. Much discussion that it may have been a figment of my imagination. I refuse to believe this and am continuing to live in the lounge.
ii) Two new housemates have been acquired and will be moving in shortly. Both male, so have high hopes that they will take over Kalon's spider-capturing-and-releasing-into-the-wild-duties. Also, one of them has best friend with highly attractive hair.
iii) VICTORY!, of course, in the pub quiz on Wednesday. Our team name is now officially "Paging Dr. Freud", due to the fact that two of our (female) team had dreams about having penises in the past seven days, while the third of our members (male) dreamed that his had dropped off. In case this should mislead any of you into over-estimating my general knowledge, I present a few specimen questions for your edification at the bottom of the page. If any of you want to attempt to answer them without cheating by using Wiki or whatever, I shall be delighted to provide you with the answers.
a) Name the four vultures from Disney's The Jungle Book
b) Identify the most southerly point in Cornwall
c) In which seaside town did Dracula start his depredations in England, in Bram Stoker's novel?
d) TRUE OR FALSE: Slugs have no noses
e) TRUE OR FALSE: Most Eskimoes have fridges
f) In which Charles Dickens novel would you find a character named "Magwich"?
g) Which famous historical figure opened the 1936 Olympic games?
Now tell me: how hard is it to win a pub quiz where they ask questions like this?! CLUE: I know nothing about anything.
iv) The post-victory lock-in was duly attended. Much Stella and Drambuie was drunk. Much sexy dancing with pool cues was attempted. I now have someone's keys in my handbag, not mine, no idea whose, no idea how they got there. I am somewhat worried they might be the keys to the pub. I hope they have spares ...
v) This bomb in Haymarket. I'm a little shaken - I used to walk down that street every day. I wish London felt safer right now. But then, we've been bombed by the Germans, bombed by the IRA, bombed by religious fundamentalists, and we're all still here. You can't kill the Cockney spirit.
vi) Yesterday I spilled a cup of Chinese tea on the mayor of Chongqing.
vii) I cracked and joined Facebook.
So, Wimbledon. Just so you know, it's my favourite sporting event in the world and the only one I ever watch (not a fan of sport). I can just suck it up and come back for more. If I didn't have to work, I'd watch it all day every day ... which I actually am doing, because I have nothing to do here and you can watch it on the net. God bless t'interwebs, that's what I say.
Players I am rather liking:
- Federer. He's just ... too ... good. And he seems so nice, although I'm privately convinced he's in his hotel room all night every night with hookers and cocaine. Nobody can be that good.
- Nadal. He has the arms. He has the sweet face. He's an incredibly exciting player. But does anybody else think he has quite a disproportionately large arse?
- Djokovic (think I spelled that right). He's actually my current favourite. So bouncy! So bendy! Like a little rubber ball! That can do the splits!
- Davydenko, because nobody's ever heard of him and yet he's number 4 in the world. Haven't actually managed to catch one of his matches yet, because the BBC coverage also seem to have forgotten his existence. But I like how scary he looks, like John Malkovich, sort of ...
- Lopez, because I think he's hot, frankly, and I like how moody he seems to be. I like emotion and drama on the court. Plus, he's good, and he knocked out Tim Henman, thus earning himself a special place in my heart for all time.
The women's I'm not so interested in, just because I don't like women's tennis as much as men's. I'd like Henin to win, because she's the player I enjoy watching the most.
Come on, stop raining already so I can watch Federer / Safin!
I'm kind of bored with life right now ...
EDIT: Tipsarevic clearly went to Durmstrang ...