So the second week of play arrives at Wimbledon and thankfully a small mind's secret lover Maria Sharapova is still on court grunting as much as when she was last in my bedroom. She really was a great help moving that wardrobe...
However Wimbledon, place of extortionate strawberries and doomed British players is a wonderful place of toffs mixing with peasants. Where the peasants lay untidily on Henman Hill/Murray Mound/Murray Field, and the toffs sip their Pims and eat the aforementioned strawberries.
However against the odds old Murray has made it into the second week again and has as much chance as any previous British competitor of winning the competition. Today he needs to blow a Gasket out of the competition and I am sure that that won't be a problem. Another plus for the population is that as he is first on court, those Eastenders fans won't have to stretch for their remote and change to BBC2 ('What the hell is that?' they cry).
The other men of course is where the winner shall no doubt come and as long as Nadal gets past the man from Del Monty, I am sure he shall be favourite come Sunday.
But that is far too much talk about men, the women are where it is at. When not moving wardrobes, old Maria is providing the visual and audio candy and I am sure that today she will comfortably make it past Peng Pong (time of writing one set up. Go MARIA, GO).
The Williams sisters of course may have something to say as always at Wimbledon, but hopefully more daintiness is in order than the brute force they present.
Finally world number one, who hasn't won anything important, Caroline Wozniacki has all the requirements for the eye candy, but is missing something in the grunt department and that for me is the important area.
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