Nothing doing

Isn't it funny - sometimes you just can't think of anything to write about.

Tony Wilson - sad, but it's all being said elsewhere.

The weather is no longer unusual.

There's nothing great on the telly, and I have dispensed with the very disappointing Cape Wrath. The Tower, I think, is probably the only thing I'm enjoying at the moment.

I've not caught up on many DVDs lately, though we did pack in 70s mini-series QBVII about a Nazi war criminal's libel trial, which was not as good as the book but great for glimpses of Old London. My Best of ITC box set is a winner.

Yesterday was my Dad's 70th birthday so we all went out for lunch. He's well now and it was a nice day.

Back in the swing of work again.

Er, that's it.

Yawn! It's Wimbledon

The more the years pass, the less interested I am in Wimbledon. I used to love it. It was the sound of summer. Those green courts were the look of summer too. Perhaps this year it's because it's not yet summer. Today it's actually pretty cold. But I think the real reason is, and I know I'm not the first person to say this, is that tennis is boring nowadays.

There's no Brit to cheer on of note, except 'Tiger' Tim, and he'll be out next round so there's no point getting excited, and the winner of last year's womens' singles finals came as a complete suprise to me - if you'd asked me who won last year before I'd read it I may well have said Evonne Goolagong.

Tennis players no longer stick in the mind. It's they who have made this sport boring. Where are the characters? Bjorn Borg, Jimmy Connors, Billie Jean King, Chris Evert, John McEnroe, Martina Navratilova all immediately spring to mind. Even Vitas Gerulitis, Mats Wilander, Andrea Jaeger, Roscoe Tanner, Arthur Ashe still register. But today's lot? It stopped being interesting at Pete Sampras. No personality. No one's got a personality anymore. Not that half of those mentioned were famous for their characters, but somehow I just remember them more.

Plus it's so fast it's unwatchable.

Is it just me?