Sledging Sludge

I'm wondering whether to write some kind of open letter to Nick Kyrgios, but it might somehow validate his truly pathetic behaviour.  Seriously, you little twerp, if you're going to sledge, make it clever.  I'm wondering if the decision to make a nasty remark to throw Wawrinka off his game is to compensate for any perceived shortfall Kyrgios has in his own ability.  Can you not just hit the fucking ball and not act like a tool?

And to all those who say he's just a kid, might I point out he is twenty years old?  Look, I like a bit of fire in the sports people (the rare occasions I pay attention to sport), and I don't like false modesty.  But what I dislike even more is utter toolmanship.  To make a slur about someone's girlfriend says more about YOU than it does the girlfriend, or your opponent.  I cannot believe your family stick up for you.  You should be thankful you are not my son.  God knows, I am!

Now to Stan Wawrinka, on the off chance you're reading the ramblings of a rural author and AIN, mother-of-two, husband-of-one, owner-of-two-dogs-and-one-cockatiel, you need an arsenal of comebacks for this clod.  Next time he tries to say, 'Kokkinakis banged your girlfriend', what you must do is sneer back, 'And I banged yours, and she reckons I'm a ten times better fuck!'  Got that?  Can you commit that to memory?  Good.  Now get out an wipe the court with the flog.

Anyway, I'd better go and prepare tomorrow's school lunches.  My head is filling with cotton wool - having a head cold and dosing up on Codral will do that for you.  I tried to nap this afternoon, but my older son has a voice like a herald's trumpet, a ringing and resounding clarion that would strip the paint from the wall.  The only bright point to my day was I've found a local chemist that doesn't treat you like you're about to sneak off to a clandestine laboratory and cook up a batch of methamphetamines when you buy flu medication, which used to happen at my regular chemist.  I'm not going to name the chemist (can't afford a law suit), but it's something that seriously craps me right off.  I've got a cold, gimme the fucking medication I've asked for, why do you want to see my driver's licence, do I look like I'm going to mix up MDMA, look at me - I can barely see through my watering eyes and can't breathe through my be-snotted nose. 

Rant officially over.