The Universal

There is no-one at the stadium at the French Open. Fuck, I'll go. Really - the seats are four-fifths empty. Men's singles, 4th round, there are more pigeons than people. Including the green seats. The green seats must be worth extra, right? Was Gwen Stefani busy?

I know nothing about sports. I like boxing - it takes way more guts than spear-tackling - and I can understand tennis, finally. Which means the third act of the movie of Strangers on a Train makes more sense to me now than it did when I first saw it, but that's it. Oh, and running. Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner was a great book. But yes, hitting people and Russian girls collapsing in emotion, that's about my range. Fuck that team shit.

Long, long weekend. Getting longer.