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Disappointed in Murray. Had Gary Richardson right in front of him and he didn't flatten the wee shiteball.


And, Ian Hislop's wife/ partner/ ladyfriend seemed to age about 20 years during the match. Also spotted: Jane Woodward not shagging Prince Harry, for once. Sir Trevor sticking it to the establishment again. And Ewan fuckstick McGregor and his plain bored wife about 8,8789,08923847239 times.


Finally, I can't remember Ma Henman going for the double fist pump, pelvic thrust celebration a la Judy M. More of a flicker used to cross her face as she realised the old boy sitting next to her would probably be fired up for a bit of marital ghastliness tonight.

Ted Max Wrote:

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> Disappointed in Murray. Had Gary Richardson right

> in front of him and he didn't flatten the wee

> shiteball.

>

> And, Ian Hislop's wife/ partner/ ladyfriend seemed

> to age about 20 years during the match. Also

> spotted: Jane Woodward not shagging Prince Harry,

> for once. Sir Trevor sticking it to the

> establishment again. And Ewan fuckstick McGregor

> and his plain bored wife about 8,8789,08923847239

> times.

>

> Finally, I can't remember Ma Henman going for the

> double fist pump, pelvic thrust celebration a la

> Judy M. More of a flicker used to cross her face

> as she realised the old boy sitting next to her

> would probably be fired up for a bit of marital

> ghastliness tonight.


Plus Andy M's brother having puke rendering I'm gonna shag the arse off you later type snogs/leers with, I presume, his girlfriend

What was that thing on the end of the Swiss' nose? It glowed like a beacon and was a major "tell". Murray has impressively developed incisors - which grow fang-like at break points and when he's shouting at his mum in a rather worrying symbiotic "feeding" pattern.


The poor wee lamb sitting next to Judy looked like she is there to provide fresh blood for the pack.

Plus Andy M's brother having puke rendering I'm gonna shag the arse off you later type snogs/leers with, I presume, his girlfriend


I missed that. Jamie's force is weak, though, as the pack's energies are focussed on alpha-wolf Andy. Jamie can make a sneaky play while the Alpha male disports himself on the green, but when the pack reassembles he will have to offer up his kill to the She-wolf and her chosen successor.

Despite his five-setter late into Monday night, the Alpha will patrol his territory much-refreshed today, having suckled long at the teats of the great She-Wolf yesterday. Look for the telling paleness in the lamb's countenance, her vital force extracted by the She-Wolf to provide succour for the insurgent younger son.

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