Manic blurring

After three days of enforced brainwashing and comatose-inducing training, it was nice to spend a weekend watching tennis.

I’ve noticed something different about the Wimbledon grass this year – the old ‘up-and-down-with-the-ride-on-mower’ lines are a lot more defined that normally, and it’s buggering up my viewing enjoyment a bit. The strips are so distinct and such different colours that the automatic contrast on my telly keeps adjusting itself. Every time someone runs along the baseline my screen goes darker as if a huge cloud has passed in front of the Sun. It’s giving me motion sickness and making it impossible to watch and being a complete technotwat I have no idea how to switch the bloody automatic setting off.

So I’m enjoying the tennis, but not the nausea.  

Today will be better though, as I’m watching it on my laptop at work. It’s my favourite day of the tournament too – the second Monday, when all 16 fourth round matches get played. Obviously, I’ll be doing lots of work while I keep an eye on it in the background; it’s not as if I’ll be hooked into the coverage and ignoring everything to do with filling stations.

RC 8-7-19