I like Andy Murray. Years ago I took lessons and had some casual games playing his Mum at Next Generation in Edinburgh. I only ever won a single prize all my life for a sporting event – a Tennis competition arranged by Judy Murray.
So his career was always of interest and I had a love of the sport – good times.
I just came away from a news article, online, about Andy Murray and I made the mistake of reading the comments. He deserves applause for surviving childhood trauma, he is “playing” on his childhood trauma. He loves Britain. He is Scottish – so he must hate England. He is nothing compared to Federer. He is the GOAT from a British perspective.
Utter tedium and utterly predictable and a complete waste of the few minutes I spent perusing them. I suspect that there are many people in claggy jogging bottoms who spend their lives being experts on Formula One, Politics in the UK and the US, Tennis, Football, Gaming, Misogyny, the BBC, Airline safety, the Legal system, History, Sci-fi, Noir cinema, Scandinavian music, Coding, Photography …
All this expertise across such a broad spectrum and all in that one, flaky, flabby, prematurely balding, wrinkly, red, spotty skull.
So many of them. All of them socially interacting on their own against other people who are either greater experts or have friends who were in the SAS or were once “victims” themselves or who once played Tennis.
Social media will evolve – it is improving on some platforms. Twitter is my preferred social drug of choice. I detest Facebook. I have not the lifestyle to fit into Instagram. I believe there are others, too.
The polarisation of it all will lead to conflict. It will lead to social change. Much less pervasive communications throughout history have and frequently did lead to division, revolution and change.
This revolution just feels particularly bland. The Tedious Revolution.