Monday, July 15, 2019

Post 331. ENGLAND WON. FEDERER LOST.


YEP. IT'S THAT TIME. 
You can't miss it in this country. 
Wimbledon and tennis tennis tennis on BBC television, at the same time as World Cup (don't ask me) Cricket which, apparently, England won by very narrowly beating New Zealand in the final. 
I gather this was 'one day' cricket: I have never watched it and I'm too bloody old to start now, but well done England, enjoy it while you can. 
As for the tennis. Well, the obvious favourite, Roger Federer, lost in the longest ever final to the reigning champion Novak Djokovic (the one whose support team looks like a police identity parade). 
They've played against each other so many times it would be decidedly déjà vu if they weren't so damned good. 
Anyway, millions watched and enjoyed it and neither of them is going home short of a few shillings and a lot of respect.
HOME. 
Our back garden has been given a bashing. 
Stuart and Dave and a rented digger have demolished what had become a mountain high mass of weed, to reveal the biggest back garden in Wootton Bridge. 
The bedraggled old shed has been broken up and burnt – to the expected complaints from the standard neighbourhood complainant (duly ignored) and some small trees have gone (at least for my lifetime). 
What will happen next? 
I haven't a clue. 
TELEVISION. 
Gentleman Jack. 
We watched Suranne Jones stride through this lively frolic and she didn't put a foot wrong. The real life character Anne Lister was clearly years before her time. 
As usual, in costume drama, the villains were starkly villainous and the pass-me-the-smelling-salts friend of the hero/ine was pretty and pathetic. 
I gather there will be another series. Good. 
Poldark (BBC One) 
In what purports to be the last series, Aidan Turner and Eleanor Tomlinson are back as the demanding goodies, with Jack Farthing still the definitive baddy. Looks like Poldark may be angling to single-handedly abolish the slave trade to America. He'll do it, too, with or without the interference of top brass.
Cheerio. Keep your powder dry.

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