Seapage and leapage
Blogs are like people in closets who want to leap out of them...And ive been doing plenty of leaping this morning coming up with thoughts about Brit camp, leaping into making a decision, leaping back out..Leaped about playing badminton this morning against Helsie who is a tough competitor or as i told her much to her delight-a shit that won't flush.
Its all just seaping out of me, i read this morning that the Wimbledon commitee are unhappy about the standard of ball boys and girls, too many wild bouncing balls back to the players rather then nice symaterical rolls along the floor so they've employed IBM to design a programme to retrain the ball boys and girls in the art of the straight line..
Ridiculous....Why do they insist on taking every human aspect out of a game as possible, if a player swears its like "oh my god...he said fuck" says some fruit in an armani suit..its alright for them to wax lyrical about the troubled state of the game but its ok to bosh the snow later on in some hideous Clapham nightclub, double standards my dear Morley...Now they insist in making children into robotic caricatures and human automatons , rolling balls in a stereotyped manner to players that they'd much prefer to actually glance at rather then peer pointlessly at the floor..And what a waste of programmers time. It completely reiforces the snob culture that currently surrounds tennis, i mean 'Henman hill'?!!, no other sport would have anything as stupid is that, its not even a hill, its a tiny little verge peopled by idiots.
Anyway so its all seaping out of me today. Next on the agenda me and Jess will leap onto a certain train to spend a certain weekend with the pirate gang on a barge, shafting some fatboy slim and emlploying discourse with unruly Scots.. (Some pirate lingo should go here but im too embarassed to even attempt it)
xxx
Its all just seaping out of me, i read this morning that the Wimbledon commitee are unhappy about the standard of ball boys and girls, too many wild bouncing balls back to the players rather then nice symaterical rolls along the floor so they've employed IBM to design a programme to retrain the ball boys and girls in the art of the straight line..
Ridiculous....Why do they insist on taking every human aspect out of a game as possible, if a player swears its like "oh my god...he said fuck" says some fruit in an armani suit..its alright for them to wax lyrical about the troubled state of the game but its ok to bosh the snow later on in some hideous Clapham nightclub, double standards my dear Morley...Now they insist in making children into robotic caricatures and human automatons , rolling balls in a stereotyped manner to players that they'd much prefer to actually glance at rather then peer pointlessly at the floor..And what a waste of programmers time. It completely reiforces the snob culture that currently surrounds tennis, i mean 'Henman hill'?!!, no other sport would have anything as stupid is that, its not even a hill, its a tiny little verge peopled by idiots.
Anyway so its all seaping out of me today. Next on the agenda me and Jess will leap onto a certain train to spend a certain weekend with the pirate gang on a barge, shafting some fatboy slim and emlploying discourse with unruly Scots.. (Some pirate lingo should go here but im too embarassed to even attempt it)
xxx
posted by Turtle @ Wednesday, June 21, 2006
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