Indoor Tennis

I apologise for the brief hiatus in updates but I have been extremely busy over the past few days. Myself and Matt have been ironing out the creases in our new past-time. It does not actually have a name yet but it involves a tennis ball, a racket and a set of goals. Oh, and a master bedroom.

Basically, seeing as we have secured ourselves this massive bedroom, we thought we would make use of its spaciousness and 'minimalist furnishings'. Also, Scrabble is getting a bit of a touchy subject in the Big Brother Arabia house.

The new game is simple: Hit the tennis ball past the goalkeeper as many times as you can. The only way you can lose is if 1) the 'keeper makes a full catch, or 2) you swing for the ball and miss. There is no running, or fielding or wickets; just plain hard aggression and the humility to admit when a full catch is a good catch. My bowling technique has come on incredibly in the last few days, but I must admit (and this is when the graciousness is required) Matt's batting has also improved. We've been playing for a week now and still no breakages. Nothing like living on the edge.

However, one slight problem, is that we still don't have a name for this phenomenal activity. The best we have got so far is Tennis-Football, which is, in my opinion, a terrible, terrible name for such a great sport. Ideas on a postcard please...

We have also passed time by returning to the days of our early youth and playing 'one touch'. Also known as 'wally', 'shapes' or 'TWAT!'. You get one kick and the ball must hit the wall. If you miss you get a letter, if you miss enough times to spell out the pre-determined word ('TWAT!') you lose. Matt beat me at TWAT but I reaped my revenge when I beat him at a hard-fought game of 'CRUMB BUM' (pictured left).

Anyway, that's enough drivel.