Rob, Rambling - A lot of things interest me...

All three tabloids splashed a big picture of Cheryl Tweedy (is she still technically Cole? I don’t keep up with this kind of thing) making a first public appearance since a bout of malaria.

Surprisingly, only two of them had the gall to label it an EXCLUSIVE…

What with it being a nice day and all, I figured that I’d best get my ass down to Wimbledon to see some tennis this evening. Thankfully there wasn’t any queue, and we were able to get straight in.

One brief stop at a bar for some Pimms, and then we were off to Court 5 to watch Petzschner v Kubot. I can’t say that I’d heard of them before, but it was a good match until Petzschner rather ran away with it in the final set. We also managed to catch some doubles, including my favourite: Daniela Hantuchova.

I’d not been to Wimbledon before, despite living in the area for a few years, and I have to say that it was a fantastic experience. Just being that close to the action was incredible, and seeing the tennis from a different angle really emphasises how low the ball is to the ground when the players are hitting it.

I might have to go back again tomorrow…

What a difference a couple of hours makes…

GPOYW - The Croatia edition.

A couple of photos from my holiday last week to a little island outside Dubrovnik. The first photo is from that island, and the second is from the old town of Dubrovnik itself, which is remarkably hilly for such a small place.

The girlfriend seems to delight in letting me walk off and then taking a photo as I turn round to find out where she has gotten to…

I picked up a new pair of glasses last night, and have spent today trying to get used to them. They’re quite a different style to my old ones, which I’ve been wearing for at least five or six years.

The new ones aren’t as tall, which means that when I look down or up, it’s much easier to see past the edges of them. This is a tad disturbing, but thankfully my prescription isn’t all that strong anyway, and it’s only really in one eye, so I’m already barely noticing it.

What I am noticing, though, is the frames in my peripheral vision to the sides. The red edging on the frames is visible from the inside, and the arms are pretty chunky, so I sort of have these red squares at the edge of my peripheral vision when I look to the left or right. Again, something I’ll just have to get used to.

I wanted to change my look, because it really has been the same for a few years now, save for the coming and going of various beards. A chunkier frame is a start, although no-one at work noticed today. :(

Seriously, just look at her. Utterly stunning.

Waiting for a bus last night at the bottom end of Putney High Street, I snapped a few photos as the traffic went past. I love this kind of long exposure shot of lights at night-time, and have hundreds of them from various places across London over the last few years.

We had another dumping of snow overnight, a couple of inches in the Wimbledon area, and it was still coming down pretty heavily when I left the flat this morning. As ever, the snow meant a juxtaposition between “Ain’t it pretty?” and “Why is it taking so long to get anywhere?!”.

Temperatures are just above zero, so it probably won’t hang around too long, which hopefully means fewer lethal pavements, but it’ll be a shame to see it disappear quickly.

I really like the photo looking along the Thames at Putney. Usually you can see for a hell of a long way from that point, but today it was bloody foggy, and the snow was fall quite intensely too.

When I can be bothered, I’m a half-decent cook. It’s just not that often that I can be bothered…

Anyways, examples A and B are above: cottage pie on Saturday, and twice-baked potatoes tonight. Easy, yep, but tasty!

Also, I like potatoes.

Celebrity Big Brother started on Sunday night, with the usual cross-section of fading and forgotten film- (a Baldwin, I forget which one), TV- (some actress from Coronation St), and pop-stars (Dane Bowers, Sisqo), along with some complete non-entities who are only semi-famous because of their bedroom antics. Oh, and a total legend in Vinnie Jones.

A couple of the housemates have connections to big-boobed fame-whore Jordan, which means that the Daily Star can have her (or at least her name) on the front page every single day for the duration of the show, despite her not being anywhere near the TV show or doing anything newsworthy at all.

And it’s not like these “news” stories need to be about actual facts at all. The Daily Star has a history of, you know, just making shit up, especially about Jordan. They were recently censured by the PCC for a story published (on the front page, of course!) last summer that claimed Jordan was pregnant. She wasn’t.

During the launch show on Sunday night (yes, I watched it), after the two guys connected with Jordan were announced, I said to the girlfriend “Right, that’s the Daily Star’s front page sorted for the next fortnight”.

And, wouldn’t you just know it, three days into Celebrity Big Brother and the lead story on the Daily Star’s front page each day has prominently featured Jordan.

Newspapers are so predictable sometimes…

EDIT: Now including Thursday-Saturday’s papers as well.