wimbledon
And so it is that time of year again. The world according to the BBC stops and starts revolving around the event that is Wimbledon. Now don’t get me wrong I love tennis. I love to play it and I don’t mind watching it occasionally, but Wimbledon just seems to bring out a monster inside of me which wants to kill anyone within sight that mentions the game.
Is it really necessary to take over 2 fucking channels and air tennis on both of them for the whole day? No it is not. Who does that? And don’t even get me started on the good TV shows I have to miss out on because they are postponed due to the fact the BBC wants to watch sweaty people running around and grunting the entire day. In the UK, we are several months behind Australia in a show called Neighbours. Why? Because of Wimbledon, that’s why. There’s no other logical explanation.
It’s not even like the tennis players are playing tennis the entire day. London loves the rain, and it obviously affects the way in which the tennis players grunt and so they cancel the matches when this happens. Now, during this time they could easily show an episode of Neighbours. Do they? No. Instead the public can watch match replays in case they missed the speed at which their favourite player served the ball the 13th time around. Or what about an interview with Tim Henman? Maybe this year, after over 10 years, he will make it to the finals. Yeah, right. But don’t worry, you can still hear about how fabulous he is on the BBC during the weeks leading up to and during Wimbledon.
Wimbledon, I hate your presence on television. Fuck off to somewhere no one cares about, like channel 5. Speaking of which, at this moment in time I am glad the BBC made a huge mistake and dropped Neighbours. Channel 5, forgive me. I like you after all. At least this time next year the tennis won’t interfere with my friends on Ramsay Street.
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