During French Open Final last Sunday I decided that clay is my favourite tennis court surface. Sexy Legs Rog and the boy Nadal were just covered in red dust by the end of the match. This is the closest thing you get to Live Male Mud-Wrestling. All they need to do is strip off, tattoo the sponsor logos onto their biceps, hose down the court and away we go!
There’s just so much sport going on at the moment I can barely breathe. Wimbledon is just around the corner. Then the Tour de France. And growling away in the background is the MotoGP season. It’s been pure heart-in-mouth excitement, especially compared to the plodding, poncy pile of shite that is Formula One.
But right now, much to my surprise, I’ve gone a bit World Cup Crazy. Consequently I have not done any writing this week. Or bathed regularly. I can’t wait for Australia v Brazil.
Tonight I made the meringue for my Very First Pavlova which I really hope turns out because I’ll be serving it up to the in-laws during the game. There’s always a debate about whether this dessert actually comes from New Zealand, but tomorrow we shall call it Aussie, even though the passionfruit was probably flown in from Brazil.
During tonight’s shambolic USA v Italy match they announced there will be a very special guest Australian commentator joining the ITV team tomorrow – SHANE WARNE. A leading football pundit, apparently.