WARNING: This, and probably the next four or so entries into this very interesting and highly entertaining read, is going to be a rant. Sorry in advance.
As you have probably guessed, this particular rant is about a certain tennis player and a very very annoying singer. No names need to be mentioned, but when you get news items blaring in your face about how this braindead blonde shows how wonderful Australia is by babbling in a way that even a beauty pageant contestant would be ashamed of, you tend to get a little pissed off.
Some background. A while ago, a relatively unheard of, extremely dull singer bounced onto the scene with another CD full of really repetitive songs about love or something or other. Like all singers who seem to go on and on and on about this, the music was samey, repetitive, and exactly like everything else out there. Naturally, it got lapped up, because this wonderfully lacklustre whore was around 18 (I have forgotten the exact figure). Of course, as you know, fame like this doesn’t last very long and so she needed something more to keep going.
Well, as luck would have it, she got cancer. Now cancer is a particularly nasty affliction and it is a truly horrible way to die when it is dangerous, but she got one of the weakest and almost certainly curable types around. Never mind that far greater have had far worse and talked far less about it than her, we got endless segments about her on TV, mushy articles about bravery in magazines and the entire Australian Music Awards got awarded to this unfortunately cured bimbo. Now her career is founded she can continue milking the victim role whilst simultaneously doing the same crap forever and ever.
The other character of this magical pantomime is a typically bad tennis player. Like most bad tennis players out there, he only has one trick up his sleeve. In this case, a serve, a rather strong serve, but that’s it. Most of the time, he is lucky to get the ball in, let alone play tactically. It shames me somewhat that Australia has produced some of the finest tennis players in history, yet all the spotlight goes on players like this git and Patrick Rafter, who was also a one trick dog, (serve and volley anyone?).
However, this talentless player is Australian, and therefore amazingly good, never mind that there are far more interesting characters and far more skillful players around than him. After countless dodgings of the Davis cup due to injury and generally acting like a prick most of the time, the Australian public still laps it up.
A match made in heaven between these two horrible examples of the need for contraception?