Crikey, we are already well into the first week of July: a month laden with promise.
The long-awaited Summer has finally arrived and already I am complaining that it’s too hot. But, if the weathermen are to be believed, then July holds even hotter temperatures for us. The current Mrs Masher – sun-worshipper that she is – cannot wait, whereas I look toward it with dread and a longing for autumn.
July also brings with it the Wimbledon final and the possibility of a Briton taking the crown for the first time since William the Conqueror stole it from these shores in a five-set thriller that we would have won, had King Harold not taken his eye off the ball.
Also, this month, Formula one brings us two more opportunities for Lewis Hamilton to not quite win a Grand Prix: a skill that he has become quite adept at, over recent months.
And, of course, the whole country is at fever pitch as the royal vagina is about to spew forth anytime now, providing us with a new heir to the throne (circa 2085). Baby names is what will be all over the news for the next month. My money is on Prince Brian or Princess Tracey.
Another turn of event this month, is that after Wimbledon has finished, the BBC will be suspending all future 3D programming, because… no-one’s watching it. Now, I don’t want to say I told you so, but, well, I did.