What's next -jock strap?

[Gordon McIvor Wilson]

Just seen a VERY convincing Andy Murray win his 3rd round at Melbourne 1, 1, and 2. Good news, he looked strong, fast, active and efficient, what a change!

But then, the ritualistic 'tossing of the extras' to the adulating tennis crowd: two sweaty wrist-bands, a headband, and there was something else... towel, maybe, or a furry comforter? Who knows - who cares - what next?

Oh, and a ball was skied into the stalls; spare seats, nearest spectator struggled to recover ball, she was SOOooo buxom [that's a kind choice of words - Ed] wedged, marooned, akimbo, poor soul; obesity is not just a UK thing, its even spread to the sports-loving Commonwealth.

[Gordon McIvor Wilson]

Well there you are, you see, there's no end to it: today's final at the Rod Laver Court in Melbourne Park.

 

No sooner is the regulation demolition job completed on the British competitor than the [has to be east european] victor proceeds to throw all his dirty clothing into the auditorium, including shirt, shoes, socks, towels (property of the ALTA?). Yet on the motorways around Melbourne are signs: Report LitterBugs - ring diddle-da.

 

No jock straps yet but the BBC (Essex branch) commentator was sounding anxious; and the other one who sounds like a moon-lighting Jim Naughtie apologised to a grateful nation for the on-screen-on-court foul language from A*n*d* Mu***y. Good job they were devolved sometime back. Lord Reith turning in his grave (again..and again..and again...