The two days I've spent in London have been reasonably pleasant. Lots of glass and lifts, and a stone's throw from the station. All good.
An enjoyable weekend spending money and watching golf on TV. But the golf annoyed me; more specifically the BBC annoyed me. Having spent 3 and a half days blithering on about a 59 year old who was somehow better than golfers half his age, they suddenly had a realisation that he wasn't going to win. And rather than give credit where it is due, they went into mourning that Tom Watson didn't win.
Well I'm sorry but the rules are the same regardless of your age. Just because you're coming up to bus pass age, doesn't give you special privileges, and at the end of the day the best player won.
Gary Lineker stated that the whole thing had become an anti-climax. Well whose fault is that? Be impartial in your opinion and there will never be an anti-climax.
Meanwhile the cricket came to an epic climax, in that peculiar English way, on a Monday. Another example of media-hyped nonsense, where a step towards victory is billed as the Second Coming, and a step back is as though we have descended into the fires of Hades. But at least the English team won for once, leading to my wife to say "but I don't understand, they've played twice, but it's only 1-0" and "they haven't won The Ashes though have they?" which was a fair question, given the schtick George Aligayah was giving it.
Anyway, this is still a great photo.
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