July 4th! I day i don’t actually celebrate but still wore my american flag waistcoat and mocked the british. However, i had to go on a trek today around Richmond Park. It was for charity and only 6 miles this year instead of 8 so i guess i can’t complain and at least i missed physics. Ploddingalong with Hannah, Imogen and Lucy only stopping to share Imogen’s jaffa cakes. We sang a lot, quite a lot of World War One songs we(well, more Hannah and Imogen than me) know from doing “Oh! What a Lovely War” and random words sung to tunes which are familiar but i can never name. I know we sang “lets all eat our children” to the tune of “we’ve got cabin fever” which scared Hannah who wasn’t there when me and Imogen originally made this up. Also something about walking into Mexico and never wanting to go back to the USA, which was inspired by the beautiful bounty of nature we surveyed (most of which i missed, staring at my feet).
After the trek we ate at Krackin’ Pies and lazed around in the park feeling a little worse for wear. But then a miracle! Well, actually Imogen suggested we all went round to her house and make milkshake. We did (mine was a rolo milkshake!) and squealed over Doctor Who.
I felt very depressed when i watched the Tennis. I was upset yesterday when Arnaud Clément lost yesterday to Rainer Schüttler. How could you not want the guy who’s only 5″7 and a bit wearing sunglasses and funky pink bandana and a beard to win?! Venus and Serena Williams in the final. Because that’s not boring. Poor Zheng Jie! The teensy (5″4 and a bit) chinese wild card against the aggressive Serena! Today the not-at-all-teensy-6″4-and-rather-gorgeous-kind-of-like-a-russian-Mark-Sloan Marat Safin got beaten by Roger Federer! I like Safin, according to wikipedia he smashed an estimated 48 racquets in 1999. I just wanted some unfamiliar names to back. Some kind of crazy mix up final where you can’t tell who is going to win. Someone to just completely fuck up John Inverdale! All the BBC presenters! . Much as I love the BBC, too much idiotic chat and not enough tennis. I am very proud of Laura Robson, the British 14 year old who is in the Junior Wimbledon final (i wonder if she knows she has a wikipedia page- she seemed very surprised at her fame) but it must be so creepy for her to have people being all “oh- where do you see yourself as a tennis player in the future?”.
Though I like Boris Becker and John McEnroe when they commentate. McEnroe is very informative and interesting and Becker just makes me laugh. His hair! His voice! His name is Boris! Tis a funny name. His nicknames include “Boom Boom” and “Baron Von Slam”. They can both join me as i watch laughing when Wimbledon history is made next year by a couple of wild cards.
