Wimbledon 2011 or a day in A&E?

Hello dear reader and welcome to some of my surreal  thoughts while reading the paper this morning.  Turning the pages my thoughts drifted to what some call “the world of celebrity”, the fall of a star here and there and the rise of another.  Then the name of the sporting celebrities who have been in the press of late and many who have not.  Then I heard  dulcet Geordie tones in my head saying “ hey but you’re a mardy fish pet”. Cheryl, where did you spring from I thought?  It’s funny what the brain can do at times. So the brain started working again who the heck is  a mardy fish if not a bad tempered fish at all?  Come to that when at my doctors I was alarmed to hear him suggest that “it may be a case of A nastier form of pavlyu chenkova “! My God I thought, will this another DRE* when I am only just recovering from the last one. Fortunately both examples of the mangling of the rich English dialects with the names of tennis players simple translates as the oddly named American player, Mardy Fish and the embarrassing medical condition I thought was being diagnosed was only  the GP speaking about the Russian tennis player rated 14 in the women's seeding. 

* digital rectal examination

It was all a bit like listening to Barry Manilow singing  “Copacabana”.  When I first heard that song and he gets to the line, “ His name was Rico, he wore a diamond
He was escorted to his chair, he saw Lola dancin' there” it’s then that it all goes wrong for me because I then here “ and when she finished, he called her Rover “.  Oh dear, of course, he actually singing “he called her over”  -  I can only snigger now at the thought.  

There is even a TV Ad Campaign for “Compare the Market” with a bunch of retired, elderly Meerkats  in an old peoples (or old meerkats home) so here is my final entry to the miss-heard debate.

Compare the MeerKat

 

I’m the one with the hat!

(If I was a meerkat)