ALL THE SMALL THINGS ADD UP

went for social competition tennis at artarmon club on sat,
one of my senior manager karl's the golden oldies captain.
this is how it works. you come down anytime from 2 to 10, and they'll pair you up at random to play against another doubles opponent in one set matches.
won my first match 6-5, woot!
but got totalled in the subsequent two matches when karl partnered me.
he kept going "stick to the net son, stick to the net", which kinda annoyed me.
firstly, im not your son,
secondly, i played a lot better when you weren't bitching down my neck.
but it's all in good faith and he did lend me his racket to keep, double woot!

i think everyone should write horoscopes like jonathan cainer from the daily telegraph. not that it's accurate, i mean everyone knows it's bull. furthermore, when you read it, you soon realise he doesn't exactly tell you anything haha. the reason why cainer is excellent is because every snippet he writes is strongly positive and always encouraging. thats exactly what horoscopes should be, to bring the best out of individuals because the future is what we make of it.
btw the daily telegraph is awesome. it's the local tabloid, and in my opinion, it's better than any of the broadsheets. i'm a cheapo, so i'll try to read it in the pantry every morning before it becomes spill wipe, otherwise i'll still grudgingly fork out a buck to buy it at the news stand along my street.