Question 1: Do you lay awake at night wondering whether Lleyton will un-impale himself out of his quasi-retirement to retake the title of, ooh, any tennis tournament?
C'mmoooon!How un-Australian of me. That's not true. I'm just a tortured little soul. After being left completely bereft upon hearing of the death of the late Mr Michael Jackson and not to mention Ms Farah Fawcett (who?), I just have nothing more to give for little Lleyton.
Question 2: Did anyone out there stay glued to the couch to watch last night's epic 5 set titanic struggle between our man Hewy and Andy eyes-so-close-together-they-are-almost-side-by-side-and-what-the-hell-is-with-that-weird-serving-technique Roddick?
That's Hewy, not spewy.
Neither did I.
But when I found out the result - well, the tears flowed! My chest was beaten in rage against this extremely unfair turn that the universe has taken! Emotional words of wisdom abound (he was injured etc)! Ermmm... or not.
So anyway, I am loving Sydney in all its sunny glory. What is there not to love about it? Actually one thing - do not buy 3 rice paper rolls for $3.50 at the Hunter Connection. Why? Well the prawns come with free poopy in their digestive tract. Ewwwwwww. And it's some serious black stuff. Fingers crossed I don't end up looking like that blonde chick in the photo in circa 40 minutes.
Mwa to you and see you on the flipside (or maybe not, considering I don't anticipate catching a Yemenia Airlines flight at any time in this lifetime).
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