I've not watched Roland Garros before- mainly because I didn't know I could. I'm still stuck- mentally, culturally- in the three to four channel age- and hardly ever explore the far reaches of my multi-channel package- where Eurosport crouches among the auctions and the porn. Last year I caught the men's final. This year- finally- I'm primed and ready.
It was sunny here in Oldham - and seemed even sunnier there in Paris- with the sky so blue and the court so red and the blondes so pink and yellow. It made me think of Matisse- and thinking of Matisse made me want to hop in the car and keep barreling south until I hit the Med.