Wimbledon has started, and I've managed to completely miss it so far. It's not that I haven't had the chance to watch it - it just hasn't caught my imagination yet. I'd much rather watch something else (Seinfeld, Curb, a movie), or draw, or swan about in the sunshine.
And work is always, ALWAYS more fun than sitting through that terrible BBC coverage.
I foresee a day, some time in the future, a golden, wonderful day, when smoking is banned in public places, Partingdale Lane and Crescent Road are open to through traffic, and Wimbledon is on Sky, or Channel 4, or anywhere except the BBC.