Oh God,
I’m such a shite blogger, sorry been holed up in Manchester, but just got back tonight (at 9.30) just switched on the computer, to blog – and JBfromboro calls i.e Jane Burns from Boro.
How excited was she, flying out to Bangcock (how do you spell it?) oh hell bells, I mean bloody Thailand (can spell that one). I can’t repeat most of the conversation (as she was so bleathless, wasn’t too sure if Tony was in the near versinity) but he wasn’t and it’s all to do with the fact that she’s flying out to Thailand on Saturday)
Crazy conversation as you can imagine:
jb – “Alexanda can’t find the key to the back door, do you know where it is”
vd – (laughing) “No Jane I don’t know where it is”
jb – “Oh who gives a shit, I’ll be with you Friday or Saturday, can you drop me off at Heathrow” and it went on and on, so the wonderful Tony had booked her a flight to join Norma and Phil – she’s so happy.
And guess what we are so happy for you, let no one say otherwise, but this is the real hard work for you now – unless you eat it’s going to be so much harder. As for seeing the tennis balls, I can’t see much on my portible TV, as you know.
When I was driving down the motorways tonight) the radio is great, so I would suggest at this point you have the TV (get exercising the eye) and the radio commentry to support it. Listening to Greg going out tonight on the radio was just as nerve recking as watching the TV. So my dear Wimbledon fan, you ain’t missing out on anything and I would not have it any other way. I listened to a program the other day all about the year (think it was 1977 please confirm) and it was just great, Vitas Geralitis (spelling ?) v. Borg – what a game – history, what more can we say.
And then Virginia in the same year goes and wins bloody Wimbledon. And guess what this is your Wimbledon, this is your YEAR!! Speak to you soon, as always, Lots of Love Veronica
June 22nd, 2005 at 11:15 pm
Oh God,
I’m such a shite blogger, sorry been holed up in Manchester, but just got back tonight (at 9.30) just switched on the computer, to blog – and JBfromboro calls i.e Jane Burns from Boro.
How excited was she, flying out to Bangcock (how do you spell it?) oh hell bells, I mean bloody Thailand (can spell that one). I can’t repeat most of the conversation (as she was so bleathless, wasn’t too sure if Tony was in the near versinity) but he wasn’t and it’s all to do with the fact that she’s flying out to Thailand on Saturday)
Crazy conversation as you can imagine:
jb – “Alexanda can’t find the key to the back door, do you know where it is”
vd – (laughing) “No Jane I don’t know where it is”
jb – “Oh who gives a shit, I’ll be with you Friday or Saturday, can you drop me off at Heathrow” and it went on and on, so the wonderful Tony had booked her a flight to join Norma and Phil – she’s so happy.
And guess what we are so happy for you, let no one say otherwise, but this is the real hard work for you now – unless you eat it’s going to be so much harder. As for seeing the tennis balls, I can’t see much on my portible TV, as you know.
When I was driving down the motorways tonight) the radio is great, so I would suggest at this point you have the TV (get exercising the eye) and the radio commentry to support it. Listening to Greg going out tonight on the radio was just as nerve recking as watching the TV. So my dear Wimbledon fan, you ain’t missing out on anything and I would not have it any other way. I listened to a program the other day all about the year (think it was 1977 please confirm) and it was just great, Vitas Geralitis (spelling ?) v. Borg – what a game – history, what more can we say.
And then Virginia in the same year goes and wins bloody Wimbledon. And guess what this is your Wimbledon, this is your YEAR!! Speak to you soon, as always, Lots of Love Veronica