Picspam (by PJ): This has been Wimbly Week 1
So it’s Sunday night in Melbourne time, and Wimbledon 2010 first week is drawing to a close for me. This is probably the most FRAZZLED Wimbly for me, ever. The drama of THAT first-round match, where Feddy nearly faltered and failed in front of Falla (alliteration, bitches!). The second-round match, even if lesser in drama, did not lessen in frazzles, bitten nails and lost hair. The third-round match, where order was restored on the Lawn of Federer.
And as we go on to week two, as Feddy masterminds to mow Melzer off his magic magnificent lawn, I thought a small pic-spam may be somewhat appropriate to close off the weird and wonderful (to use breadstix’s words) week one of Wimbledon (clickey for bigger pictures).
So of course Roger practised. He practised showing off his fabulously puny left arm.
And he practised looking cute, but as we all know, that comes naturally to him, y/y?
And then Wimbledon kicked off. And Roger has new shoes to wear. And clean white socks.
He served a lot during the first week. I don’t know about you guys, but I always love photos of Roger serving. There’s something very elegant about his form, and something very endearing about his bitey-lip expression.
He played some forehands, looking graceful and very pretty.
Played some backhands, although it looked like he was posing for a photoshoot rather than hitting a ball. I just don’t get how he can look so effing effortless.
He concentrated hard on watching the balls. Also concentrated on not letting Ferd the Turd have any opportunity in locking him in the toilet.
And then Monkey, of course, made the obligatory appearance, and thus there were fangirls dead from swooning.
Even though it looks easy at times, it can be really hard work looking so beautiful.
And Roger-Woger pulled a sad face when he thought he was less than beautiful.
But not to worry! Looking pretty is one of the many things he is immensely skilled at. Fisty-pumpy, and he was all pretty again.
Isn’t he lovely? Isn’t he wonderful?
And then Roger also had the chance to meet Queenie Lizzie. And he talked about it in an interview afterwards, looking dashing in his suit, but adorable in a Wimbly-esque purple-green striped tie, and his MEMBERSHIP BADGE. Oh Woger, can you be any cuter?
He liked the lunch with the Queen.
Thought the salmon was yummy.
I thought he was yummy.
I’ll rather eat Feddy than salmon, with the queen or not, anyday.
OMIGOD he is VERY yummy.
Forget yummy mummies. This is one yummy daddy.
So this was Wimbly week one. Not the most fun, but Feddy and his FedKADS survived it, not without ulcers, tears and heart attacks, but hey, we are still here. Still rocking. Still going to rock. And our beloved Dootsiez is at the Doha airport as I type, making her way to the London and the Lawns of Wimbledon. This is OUR MAN’S LAWN, BITCHES. SO ROCK ON, Y’ALL!
P.S. Wimbly Day 6 tidbits/wrap coming tomorrow, before the frazzle partay. I know there was drama with Rafa. What I don’t know is how I really feel about the entire thing. Boo.
P.P.S. Caps of Roger in his Wimbly tie and badge are capped and edited by yours truly. 🙂