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A writer is somebody for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.


Here you can see the location of the world famous Hobart Real Tennis Club. No, it's not like Real Madrid, it's Real Tennis, or as I like to call it: Real[ly stupid] Tennis!

Even better, the court is located in an old brewery!

I have one more thing to say:
I DON'T CARE ABOUT BRAD PITT AND I HATE ANGELINA JOLIE SO FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE STOP PUTTING THEM ON THE NEWS!!!!

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yamini said…
I don't care about both but yes they are way too much on the news these days. But this phenomenon (rather, crazy phenomenon!!) is not particular to the Western media. Here in India too, we have an overdose of celebrity news and views and images all the time. And most of the times, there is just no news in it, only pictures,,,,,

Sometimes, I wish we could turn back to the times when we had little television and more outdoors in our lives.
yamini said…
The picture is Real Nice!! Reminds me of a street back home in Jammu and Kashmir, where there were similar-coloured buildings with sloping roofs. The colour comes through in your picture as well.

by the way, how are you and Jen and Henry and Ezra? couldnt be regular this past week so, waiting for new pictures of all four of you :-))
smudgeon said…
Isn't that the one where players get to bounce the ball off the walls & into holes & it uses slightly-weird-shaped raquets? I always thought of it as the tennis world's equivalent to backyard cricket for rainy days...or the idle rich...
Beth said…
I love your quote, Kris. Anybody can write but those who write well are the ones who realise how difficult it really is and why some people (bosses, Mercury correspondents, etc) SHOULDN'T be encouraged to write...

I played a game of real tennis in that building once - or more accurately I stood with the weird shaped racket in my hand watching the ball zing past me while I tried to figure out the rules.
Dina said…
A great quotation.

Nice posts all week too. Sorry, it's hard for me to write, even comments. (Does that make me a "writer"?)
Miles McClagan said…
I got absolutely smashed in that place...

Was it smashed at Real Franco (Barcelona man) Tennis, or drunk? Who could tell...
Candie said…
Ahhhhhhhhh yeap!;)
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I only really see the TV in the morning before work to get the news headlines, but there’s never any real news, just gossip!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, I couldn’t be regular all week either. I’ve struggled to find time to post anything.
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I think of it as “Ye Olde Tennis” or “Tennis Before They Livened It Up”.
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, the bloody Mercury, how I hate it!
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, if you’ve ever written anything, I think that you can call yourself a writer.
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, I hate Real Madrid *almost* as much as the Mercury. I’ve never been in the Real Tennis building. I may wander up today.
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, “yeap”? A leap year “yep”?
G. B. Miller said…
I must have missed Brad and Angelina on the t.v.

I see enough of them in weekly tabloids here.
Kris McCracken said…
G, I'm not kidding when I say that they've been on the last five or so times I've watched the (Australian!) National 'News'.

If one of them went on a gun rampage I can understand it, but it seems to be "Brad drops kids off at school", "Angelina wants to purchase another child" or "Brad and Angelina scratch their arse"...

Honestly, who cares about this stuff?
 gmirage said…
I read something yesterday from a Filipino writer "Hindi para sa tamad ang pagsusulat."

-Writing is not for the lazy. :)

So much for the Brangelina stuff and hopefully it ends soon...the news and them ehehe. :D
yamini said…
Ohh, I meant that I couldnt be regular this past week, not you.
You have been more than regular with the posts and pictures and Thanks a Ton for that... :-))
Kris McCracken said…
Mirage2G, that Filipino writer is quite correct!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it has been a struggle to maintain the regularity lately. That said, I am disciplined in my approach!
yamini said…
Good for all of us Henry-Ezra-Jen-You lovers!!!!!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, that must be a hard job!

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