Happy New Tennis Season

Happy New Year to you all! For the very (very) small minority of people who think something terrible has happened to me because I’ve been absent for over a year – Here’s your first 2013 tennis update! I’ll certainly be much more regular from now on.

Well well well, with six days to go until the first Grand Slam of 2013, the world’s best have certainly been making some on noise on the court. Britain’s Andy Murray triumphed in Brisbane earlier today with a straight sets win over Bulgaria’s Grigor Dimitrov. He dedicated his win to British doubles player Ross Hutchins (1/4 finalist at Wimbledon and US Open 2011 w/Colin Fleming) who sadly announced he is diagnosed with Hodgkin’s lymphoma. (Get well soon Hutchins)

Serena Williams ousted Russia’s Anastasia Pavlyuchenkova 6-2 6-1 in the women’s Brisbane final while Frenchman Richard Gasquet claimed his eighth title in Doha beating Nikolay Davydenko in three. Serbia’s Janko Tipsarevic wins the title in Chennai and there were also title wins for Li Na in Chennai and Agnieszka Radwanska in Auckland.

In Sydney, Caroline Wozniacki makes a flying start in the first round defesting Ursula Radwanska 6/1 6/2 but it’s bad news for former Wimbledon champion Petra Kvitova who gets dumped out of the first round 6/1 6/1 by Slovakia’s Cibulkova.


The End Where I Begin

For those who know me it would not come as a surprise that I used a ‘Script’ song as inspiration for my first blog post. I’m somewhat a fan. Regardless of my love for the Irish rockers it does however mark a poignant moment in my life. I graduated from Loughborough University last week and now have a BA (Hons) to my name. It is also not the end of education for me. Come October I’ll be back at Loughborough embarking on a gruelling MA in English Literature where I will also be taking up the role of sports sub-editor of Label magazine (Loughborough Uni’s fortnightly mag)

Loughborough has been my home for the last three years. I was finally getting used to the environment, building relationships and calming myself when I saw Olympic athletes, so as I walked around campus I couldn’t help but mark the end of so many things:
‘I won’t be able to see my friends everyday’,
‘I won’t be on the weekly ‘Saturday Sports Show’ with the regulars’,
‘I won’t be living in the same halls of residence I have been for the last three years.’

The fact I cried numerous times is slightly shameful. All I did was moan, moan, moan about the end…

Why are we so fixated on the notion of ‘the end’? The end of exams, the end of adolescence, the end of time, and don’t get me started on how many fools have predicted the ‘end of civilisation’. Of course it’s not rocket science that ‘time waits for no man’ but I have come to realise that age 21 is way too young to be having a semi mid-life crisis and thinking about ‘the end’.

So here I am marking the end of a mile stone with the start of a new blog. Ending my undergraduate career and beginning postgraduate one. Witnessing the departure of great friends with the expectation of new relationships. The hope that I am on the right path to success and not failure. At the risk of sounding like cliché Jedi Jim – the world is literally my oyster card. I know those beeps are going to run out sometime, but while the light is green I am full steam ahead. Too many sound-bites? Sorry…