How Sez Sees It

While the post-Brexit blues still hang over us we needed something to raise the collective spirit of the nation and on Sunday 10 July 2016 that came in the form of Andy Murray winning his second Wimbledon singles title. As previously written about we who voted remain have been feeling something that can only be described as grief. Studies have been done to back this up. Apparently we are suffering sleepless nights, intense feelings of sadness and emptiness and going through the stages of grief like denial and anger. The other things since then include the dropping of the pound to a 31 year low and the rise in hate crime (racism basically). This is all off the back of Brexit. It isn't just Brexit that has made the nation feel this way. Basically June and early July was a rubbish time for us all. England were knocked out of the last 16 of the Euros by Iceland who are made up of professional and amateur players and who's coach is a dentist. Then there have been the large n...

It is that time of year again when the great British Summer rolls around and we get the greatest sporting event on earth (my opinion) Wimbledon. Don't get me wrong, I used to loathe Wimbledon with a passion. I was one of those kids who loved The Simpsons and back then the cartoon was shown on BBC2 every night at 18.00 sharp. For two weeks every summer that was taken from me. I was horrified. The matches appeared to be too long and I could not get my head around the scoring or the markings on the court. That little thing that beeps on the top of the net was just annoying too. Then, magically, something changed. I was 14 years old and going on the most awkward date of my life. I was annoyed at my then boyfriend and wanted to punish him by going out with a lad in our year who had an infatuation with me. Yes, those were the days. The days when teenage drama was the biggest thing in the world and nothing else mattered. As a total aside the date was great if awkward but I kissed and ...