The Grass is Greener

Popped to Wimbledon today after work, where Iceman is allegedly 'working'. Iceman, 'working' as he does in Sport, works briefly, in short spurts, and usually when he's covering golf, which he despises. At all other times, Iceman is not working. Beetling around Wimbledon with a crew pointing cameras at hapless, if eager, members of the public asking what they think about Andy Murray, is not working. "Yeah, but it's not the football," he accurately points out. He is getting to go to Beijing, though, so frankly he should put up and shut up. Or is it shut up and put up?

Anyway, one of Iceman's incredibly arduous tasks requires him to keep an eye out for celebrities. A lot of this can be done while snaffling various high-fat snacks in the coffin-like box on Centre Court and keeping half an eye on the Royal Box. Some more can be done while snaffling high-fat snacks in the production office. Even more can be done while snaffling over-price salty food in the canteen. But just sometimes the poor lad has to donder around Wimbledon vaguely. Tough, tough work. I joined him on one of his turns around the grounds, and spotted no one, being a deplorably poor celebrity spotter at the best of times. I did see Tim Henman briefly, but somehow, despite his fame, we both agreed that actually it's like seeing someone who lived next door to you years ago - you may not know him personally, but you have vague wafts of fellow feeling rather than starry eyed awe.

Tough job. My only workplace connection with Wimbledon is the hilarious live blogging from the BBC. Love it.