Dear Rowley,
In tearing haste, didn’t your eyes go pop when our newspaper (Daily Mail) published this photograph of Tsonga in the buff on the day of his Wimbledon Semi-Final against Andy Murray? I know who I’m supporting. To bag a line from Lily Savage, when I heard Tsonga couldn’t cross his legs because his thighs were so big I had to lie down in a darkened room with a flannel over my forehead. Tsonga has such a sunny personality on and off court. He always says it’s fun because he’s happy with his life. Hear hear!
I don’t know why I’m in tearing haste considering I’ve spent the last two hours under a duvet watching Djokovic versus Federer. As I said in an earlier missive, it’s been a busy week and I need to get a bit of sparkle back before the MTBA summer party at the Merchant Taylors’ Hall tonight. Isn’t Federer a sore loser? I can’t bear to see that fat pudding of a wife of his in the friends and family box and all his entourage wearing RF baseball caps: pure hubris of course like that naff cardi she had last year with seven gold buttons to denote seven Wimbledon championships. He is perhaps the most complete player on the men’s circuit but his lip sure does wobble and his eyes moisten when he’s taken a good licking from Novak or Nadal.
What do you make of sportsmen baring bottoms these days? We have naked French rugby players, American football players in the buff and now Tsonga going on record that his favourite part of his body is his bum. Interesting isn’t it that the Carry On style sexualisation of women back in the day is totally unacceptable now and men are the new pin-ups. I blame Mr Beckham. Strike that, I think we all owe him a debt of gratitude. All together now, ‘for he’s a jolly buff fellow…’.
Until next time,