What a dull summer this is turning out to be in northern England.

As if grey skies and rain were not enough, we are now confronted by the sporting horror that is Wimbledon. After whipping the cream to go on the strawberries, the nation whips itself into a frenzy...is this the year? Will a Brit finally win?

I don't care.

The Scots seem to be getting upset that "the British" commandeer Andy Murray when he is on the brink of doing well.

I hope that one of them will buy me a whisky and talk football or cricket instead.

Tennis is an individual sport and frankly it does not matter what nationality the players are.

Nor does it matter to me if the rain blows south and tennis matches have to be decided by whatever the raquet sport equivalent of Duckworth-Lewis is.