Pjorn Borg.

It's Wimbledon!

The hopes of a nation again falling on the shoulders of one man, and i thought us English weren't supposed to like the Scottish?

Anyway, come on Tim!

But, this year brings something far more entertaining, the grunting women.

It is amazing, all the different varieties of grunt. Some low, some high, some long, some short. It is brilliant, although totally unwatchable, i had to turn the sound of last night.

And, a comedy bi-product is that all your neighbours will think you are watching some filthy European DVD's. They will be checking my post everyday just waiting for the foil envelopes to arrive.

110 decibels apparently, loud as a chain saw!