Fetch and carrion

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Nick Park’s creation, Preston

Milos Raonic

Private Eye has a column which libelously confuses two things, at least one of which is often a human being. It is enormously tempting, isn’t it, when a thing puts one so in mind of another?

When occupied on his purpose he appears to demolish all before him with a mixture of robotic concentration and merciless glee. It is a fearful spectre that chills the heart.

And yet here we are with a Men’s Final in SW19 where this year’s victor demonstrates an unendingly graceful, infinitely civilized style. Federer’s reputation for fair play akin to Borg’s, his focus on victory as McEnroe’s, his low-key stardom as Fred Perry’s. Perhaps it’s the case that a longer life in a chosen field supervenes on something more than skill of making mincemeat of competitors; it is a generosity of spirit ventilates those intangibles of humanity that extends lethal efficiency.

When did he start winning Wimbledon – 2003? Goodness.

Image: Adrian Dennis /AFP/Getty     On his way to an eighth All England title

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Are you struggling too? Struggling to work out why its taken the PM three months to articulate what was patently obvious from the outset.

When we suggested, a week before the Referendum, fastening seatbelts would be an idea, myopically we did not foresee how long it would take for the full implications to be grasped and accepted as a whole new reality. You are encouraged to wander back to the June pages of this site to see what we mean and/or massage our egregious egos.

But acting in haste is as a mangle to tears and it’s probably right the pace should be glacial – slow moving rather than chilly, you understand.

Undulations of language do, though, map contours of uncertainty: Brexit means Brexit being as persuasive as Because I say so, as informative as How Hi is a chinaman.