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pujaemuss
13 October 2011 @ 07:49 pm
Originally posted by [info]gabrielleabelle at Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Okay, so I don't usually do this, but this is an issue near and dear to me and this is getting very little no attention in the mainstream media. Mississippi is voting on November 8th on whether to pass Amendment 26, the "Personhood Amendment". This amendment would grant fertilized eggs and fetuses personhood status. Putting aside the contentious issue of abortion, this would effectively outlaw birth control and criminalize women who have miscarriages. This is not a good thing. Jackson Women's Health Organization is the only place women can get abortions in the entire state, and they are trying to launch a grassroots movement against this amendment. This doesn't just apply to Mississippi, though, as Personhood USA, the group that introduced this amendment, is trying to introduce identical amendments in all 50 states. What's more, in Mississippi, this amendment is expected to pass. It even has Mississippi Democrats, including the Attorney General, Jim Hood, backing it. The reason I'm posting this here is because I made a meager donation to the Jackson Women's Health Organization this morning, and I received a personal email back hours later - on a Sunday - thanking me and noting that I'm one of the first "outside" people to contribute. So if you sometimes pass on political action because you figure that enough other people will do something to make a difference, make an exception on this one. My RSS reader is near silent on this amendment. I only found out about it through a feminist blog. The mainstream media is not reporting on it. If there is ever a time to donate or send a letter in protest, this would be it. What to do? - Read up on it. Wake Up, Mississippi is the home of the grassroots effort to fight this amendment. Daily Kos also has a thorough story on it. - If you can afford it, you can donate at the site's link. - You can contact the Democratic National Committee to see why more of our representatives aren't speaking out against this. - Like this Facebook page to help spread awareness.
 
 
pujaemuss
12 August 2011 @ 03:19 pm
Cross-posting, because I want to get this onto my friends-list for people in Bath as quickly as possible.

There are currently volunteers for the Bath food bank standing outside Sainsbury's, taking collections. It may seem like another bloody charity, but they give vital help to people who're struggling and a little gift from you might be enough to save a desperate person from giving up.

In this time of riots, it's nice to know that there are still people who give a shit about their fellow man out there. A fiver will pay for a week's dinners for someone who can't afford to feed their kids. If you can, pay them a visit today.

PJW
 
 
pujaemuss
Anyone interested in coming around mine for the Haye vs Klitschko match on Saturday? Depending on how many people there are, should be about 4 quid or so.

PJW
 
 
pujaemuss
24 April 2011 @ 12:35 pm
Just a quick nod to say that, if you're wondering why this LJ has been quiet, it's because I've moved. Please add [info]emussblog to your friends-list if you want to hear what I'm up to nowadays.

PJW
 
 
pujaemuss
01 November 2010 @ 08:10 am
It's November. It's NaNo. I'm going to die.

And since my pain is hugely entertaining, it's getting shared with all of you.

This LJ is mostly dead, but as people will tell you, that's not the same as all-the-way dead and, while I love my new blogspot (http://lairofthemalelesbian.blogspot.com or http://emussblog.livejournal.com for something you can add to your friends-list), it has the unfortunate problem of not transferring cuts across when it ports to the livejournal feed. Therefore, if I were to do the same as last year and post the full drafts of each day's words, then you would all get horribly spammed with thousand word screeds, whether you wanted to read or not.

The simple solution? Put the daily summaries and reports up on the new blog and use the old filter on the old blog to post the excerpts. If you weren't on it last year and want in, then comment. If you were on it and want out, also tell me, because otherwise you're staying in.

Let the madness begin.

PJW
 
 
pujaemuss
22 August 2010 @ 11:08 pm
Just a quick note for anyone who hasn't seen it - This blog is mostly abandoned. I have moved to another platform and have retired my LJ for the foreseeable future.

However, I am still blogging over at blogspot - http://lairofthemalelesbian.blogspot.com - which is likely to have a slightly more free and more interesting style of writing simply because I'll be writing to the world at large, rather than just people who know me.

This has the major advantage of synching with LJ, which means that you can still read my blogs in your LJ friends list. Simply add http://syndicated.livejournal.com/emussblog/ as a friend on LJ and my posts will appear in your friends list, just as normal.

See you all on the other side.

PJW


PS. Great thanks to [info]xanthipe by whose good graces the syndicated link works.
 
 
pujaemuss
03 July 2010 @ 11:42 pm
I've decided that I don't like you guys anymore.

Wait... that was meant to be the subtext. Dammit. Oh well. What I meant to say was that I've decided to start up a new blog, away from LiveJournal. 

I came to LJ in late 2006, opening an empty account simply to be able to comment on my new girlfriend's blog. I had been blogging with MSN Spaces for a good few years and had built up a semi-reasonable following of complete strangers who tuned in to hear my ramblings. However, the downside of Space was that it was run and maintained by 2006 Edition Microsoft, who acted kind of like the modern 2010 Edition Apple. They had a deep and intense interest in you doing things their way and locked off as many options as possible to try and ensure that.

I survived its rocky relationship with Firefox, but when it attempted to tell me how I wanted to format my posts, I resigned in a fit of pique and moved the whole operation to Livejournal. Shockingly enough, my stranger-audience didn't abandon their Spaces to follow me, but I managed to pick up an audience through the multitude of Caroline's friends who used LJ. I'd like to hope that a few of you are my friends now as well.

The thing with that is that there's a different vibe around writing to people you know. My blog changed from shouting out into the internet and being pleasantly surprised if people found it interesting, to knowing my audience very well and writing according to their knowledge of my life. Not that it wasn't fun to do, but I've decided that I want to give another go to talking to strangers again.

This, of course, in no way means that I don't want people to keep reading. My new blog is at http://lairofthemalelesbian.blogspot.com and it is compatible with LJ accounts if you want to comment. Of course, there's also anonymous commenting if you just want to stalk me. I don't know whether I'm interesting enough for you guys to make me a bookmark rather than just check your friendslist, but I'd like to hope I'm occasionally interesting. And besides, I might get funnier now that I'm not tailoring everything to people I know. Who knows?

Anyway, LJ seems determined to make sure I don't miss it by attacking this page with obnoxious expanding Flash ads, so I think I'll sign off. I'm not precluding any new posts on here (though they'll certainly be few and far between) and I'll definitely keep my friends-list up to read what you guys are doing, but for now, this is Peter Emuss, exiting Live Journal, stage left.

See you on the other side of the link.

PJW
 
 
pujaemuss
28 June 2010 @ 06:28 pm
The advantage of having a wife with a slightly lower immune system to you is that you tend to get a sneak preview of all of the illnesses that you're going to get. Anything you're likely to contract will hit her first and anything you normally wouldn't contract gets time to incubate in her, gather its strength and then assault you properly. Caroline always tries to insist that I stay away from her when she's sick, on the basis that she doesn't want me to be sick. I make the argument that if I'm gonna get sick, then I don't want to precede it with a week of no Caroline snuggles. And because she's weak and sickly, I tend to win the argument and get both my snuggles and the disease.

The bright side of this is that I tend to get a slightly lighter version of what Caroline had, the medicine needed will be in the house and everything will be prepared. So, when I woke up with a blocked nose and sore throat, I knew that I'd got the cold she'd had a few days back, and knew that I needed nothing more than Strepsils, Lemsip and loo roll.

It's not quite worked out like that.

I went to work, despite feeling like I'd been freshly exhumed, and attempted to be productive despite the sweltering heat and complete lack of functional air-conditioning for our metal-roofed sweatbox of a workplace, filled with plasma televisions and high-powered PCs. A sensible person would've made the sickness phone call and dealt with the emotional blackmail and guilt trips, over how much it'll screw over the rest of the team, that my work normally use to convince you to come in. A sane person would've told the manager that they needed to go home when they started feeling light-headed, even when sitting down in the ice-cold air-conditioned breakroom.

Sadly, I am neither sensible, nor sane. I stayed in until the fever hit properly and I started hallucinating and falling over.

There was a two minute lag on my conversations. I couldn't walk in a straight line. Wambling became my major conversational style. The nadir was when I walked up and down the shop for five minutes, waiting for someone to come off break so there'd be enough people on the shop floor for me to leave it. I suddenly realised that I was talking to myself, muttering out my train of thought in random burbles of phrases over and over again. Then, about two minutes after I realised that I was talking to myself, I suddenly realised that this was not socially acceptable or normal or a particularly good sign.

I told work that I needed to go home and stumbled out of the door. Despite knowing that I was still talking out loud, I couldn't stop it and walked home to a litany of, "Going home. Mmmgowanhoam. No, no, no. I aaaaam goooooing hoommmme. See? It's fine. HoMeh. It's okay it's good really it's... it's gonna be okay. No problem. Noooo problem. Hee. Fine. Finefinefine. Hee. ... No! No. No. ... I feel... no! Bad. No talking. Noooooo. No! It's... it's fine."

Halfway home, I had a heated argument with myself as to whether to phone Caroline. I stated very firmly that she should know that I wasn't well, because I'd be upset if the roles were reversed and she didn't tell me. My reply to that was that it would worry her and I didn't want her to get worried. I said that I didn't care what I thought, I was phoning her anyway. I insisted that worrying her was bad, I was fine and that I didn't want to risk her pissing off her work if she decided to overreact and come home to look after me. However, by that point I had already ignored me and started dialling the number. I was pissed at me, but what could I do, the phone call was going? I made a last ditch effort to convince me that this was a bad idea, but then the answerphone kicked in and I had to try to start talking to somebody else for a while.

After leaving Caroline a five minute message, I stumbled on home, narrating about how this bit was downhill and I liked downhill because it was like falling forwards and it wasn't so bad and this journey was taking longer than normal and maybe passersby thought I was drunk but I wasn't drunk at all no no I wasn't drunk I was just ill, but I was going home and it was fine because I was going home.

I had the sudden thought that I looked like Jack Sparrow, complete with wamblings and floaty hand gestures, and found this so funny that I had to stop for a minute to let the laughter subside. I then thought that this kind of delirium is the kind of thing that ends up with people staring at trees and pronouncing them beautiful and went to find a tree just so I could complete the cliche. Halfway through my moment of self-awareness, I realised that I actually was staring at the tree and actually did find it kinda cool and it stopped being funny and self-aware and started being weird again. I decided that carrying on home was a good plan, good good good good, no no. No talking! Bad no talking! Yes... no! Bad.

When I got home, I went up the stairs on all fours, giggling because this was funny, then threw my jacket across the hall because it had annoyed me. I then yelled at the toilet, apologised and loudly told my legs that we were walking that way. To my surprise, they obeyed verbal commands and I managed to make it all the way into the bedroom through the power of my voice. Then I fell over. In a stroke of luck, our bedroom contains a bed, which I coincidentally landed on. I poked the bed, declared it to be both "soft" and "squishy!" and was very pleased with my discovery.

It was at this point that I received a text message from Doug. I made a considered decision that I wasn't in a fit state to converse sensibly, but then worried that it would look like I was ignoring him. None of this was internal thought, by the way. It was all being said out loud. I decided that I shouldn't talk to people and replied by describing my state using the third person and speaking aloud as I texted. I pressed send and then explained to the phone exactly why I'd sent that text, rather than one which actually replied to what Doug said. I got upset when the phone refused to understand. I think it was just being stubborn.

There was a voice which announced very loudly that chocolate was the answer. I was startled for a minute, but then realised that it was my voice and it was doing it again. It sounded very insistent. Perhaps I should do as it said. I went to the kitchen and started finding food, including the obligatory chocolate. I bumped into an open cupboard door and very politely informed it that I would appreciate it if it didn't do that again. I then swung my hand out in an expansive gesture, hit the cupboard door again and was very restrained in just saying, "Please!" rather than the implied, "Please fuck off!" I then realised I was being a bit of a dick, cause it was mostly my fault, so I mumbled an apology and left the kitchen with my food.

I then spoke to Emma and Louisa on MSN for a while, simply because I was fairly certain that, to someone who wasn't delirious, I would be really rather amusing and I've never been one to deprive people of humour at my expense. I had to speak out loud everything I typed, but that wasn't the end of the world. I also began reading Hyperbole and a Half from the beginning. It made me feel better about my sanity and generally more sane. Which is quite an achievement when relating to someone who's just apologised to a cupboard.

Halfway through a sentence (which I believe was a ludicrous protestation to Emma that I didn't have a fever), I fell asleep. Not slowly, but like someone had tripped over the wire and pulled out the plug. I woke up about three hours later, feeling a little bit more compus mentus and decided that I needed to write some of this shit down before I forgot it.

And that's where you came in.

So, how are you guys?

PJW
 
 
Current Location: In bed. It's squishy
Current Mood: weirdweird
Current Music: The beat of my own drum
 
 
pujaemuss
27 June 2010 @ 10:23 pm
When I joined MDO, one of the major things that I had to learn for my new job was how to sell stuff. It seemed easy at first; someone wants a computer, you give them a computer and take their money. No problem.

The problem is that just selling computers is a bad idea. People may come into the shop determined that all they need is a computer, but people aren't very bright. They may insist, "No, I definitely don't need Microsoft Office," but yours will be the name they'll curse when they can't open that e-mail attachment and it will be, "that rubbish computer," that they blame when they get a virus after telling you that AVG is, "just as good as those pay ones." So, in order to make sure that you don't get the customer coming back to bitch at you for believing what they said (or worse, never coming back again), you actually have to work out what they need and then convince them that they need that.

In addition to this, plain old computers don't make MDO very much money. If we just sold computers and nothing else, it literally wouldn't pay my salary (meagre though it is). So the company itself is quite big on you making sure people go away with all the bits they need, instead of buying the computer from you and the printer from Tesco's.

So, I learned to sell stuff, got really quite good at it across the years and found my outlook on life changing with my new knowledge. I listened to the election debates and realised that they were using the same techniques that I did. I listened to people delivering bad news or arguing and found myself thinking, "You're doing that wrong; you're not selling it right." I watched Derren Brown sell people on a particular version of reality that they bought despite it contradicting all their senses. I listened to my managers telling me why I couldn't have a raise and heard that they were selling to me too.

Therefore, when I saw the advertisement for my new job (2 weeks, 3 days, if we're counting, btw), whom we'll call Paris & State for the basis of this blog (P&S for short), I decided that I would use the knowledge gained across these three and a half years. And it worked. Really bloody well. Not only did I get the job, but I aced the interviews and felt in control of everything at all times.

On the basis that there's obviously something to this technique, I've decided to write out my findings and advice, for the education and edification of the interwebs.


The Grand Unified Theory of Interview

Why blinkers are actually really good for you
The point of an interview is to make the interviewer want you to have the job.

That looks really stupid when you write it down. But it's important. Everything you do in an interview should be about getting the job; every action you take should have some kind of a purpose. People get wrapped up in tangential stuff when they're faced with an interview and they don't put 100% into getting that yes. And so they don't get it.

Don't focus on a nebulous thing like 'doing well'. Make sure you know how you are going to make the interviewer give you that job. Think about why you would be good for them, why you would kick arse at this job and why they really need to hire you. Then go to that interview with that as your focus. You're not there to make nice; you're there solely to communicate the reason for them to hire you.

As a sidenote to this, believe your reasoning. Repeat it to yourself and sound confident. Cocky, even.

If you don't believe you would do well at this job, if you don't honestly believe that you have the qualities to succeed, then why are you going for it? They won't hire you; not because you're not good enough, but because they don't believe you're good enough because you didn't believe it and so you didn't make them believe it.

That sentence makes sense if you read it slowly.


Research.
I can't believe I have to say this one, but it feels useful. Read all up on the company and prepare some glib facts that you can reference to show that you have. For P&S, I mentioned that I knew they put a lot of emphasis on repeat custom. Not only did it mean my answer was tailored to how I knew they worked, it meant that they knew I cared enough to do my research.


Sit and spin
You're not perfect for the job. There are flaws in your application, holes in your CV that are gaping and cannot possibly be ignored. It would be silly of you not to make reference to them, because otherwise it'll look like you're hiding something, right? Right?

Don't do it. Every word you say means something in an interview, even if you don't mean anything about it. You may think you're just casually noting in passing that you've been out of the industry for a while or that you don't have any experience in this field, but what you're actually saying is, "I consider this important enough to mention. I am flawed, I tell you; horribly, terribly flawed!" No matter how casual you are, you've just made it a big deal because you've got a limited amount of time and you're using some of it to tell the interviewer why they shouldn't hire you.

That's the central point actually. This interview is short (not matter how long it may feel). Tick the boxes that you know the interviewer wants to hear and hit their buzzwords.

People are hired because they have experience. So emphasise your experience.
People are hired because they have qualifications. So tell them about your qualifications.
People are hired because they can think on their feet. So show them that you can think on your feet.
People are hired because the interviewer likes them. So make the interviewer like you.
People are hired because the interviewer likes breasts. So show them your... wait. Scratch that last one.

Talk about your strong points. Try and work it so that every answer links back to one of your virtues and be explicit about it. If you are a cunning enough linguist (oh yeah, I went there), you should be able to make every word you say be a reason to get hired. For P&S, I answered a question about my current job by talking about hitting sales targets, being driven to succeed by my competitive instinct, and winning the customers back by being brilliant. The question wasn't, "Are you any good at selling to targets while keeping customers happy?" but I managed to answer that in the process of answering the question actually asked.

If you absolutely must talk about a hole in your application, if you feel that it has to be excused, then justify why it's actually good in the same sentence if you can. You're mentioning it to improve their opinion of you - this is a positive sentence. For P&S, I referenced not coming out of university with a degree, but did it in such a way so that I sounded decisive and in control. I chose to leave university, because I reassessed my career path and made the decision to change direction.

It's not that you're dangerously inexperienced; you have assessed your life and chosen to enter this industry and build a career with them. It's not that you've been out of the industry for years; you decided to go into a different industry, but you've decided that you're really passionate about x and want to build a career with this company. In addition to this, you're a lightning fast learner and here's the proof of how well you've picked up new skills...

Spin isn't just for politicians.


Crouch, touch, pause... ... ... ... ... ... Engage!
If you sound confident and commanding, interviewers will be impressed. The best way not to sound confident and commanding is to say, "Um."

The thing is that, "Um," is the easiest word to reach for in an interview, especially when someone's firing questions at you. If you tell me you can have a good answer on the tip of your tongue for every question they will ask, as soon as they ask it, without pausing, then you're very weird. So, the best thing to do is have coping strategies.

The easiest thing to do is prepare some answers. There are common interview questions that you will almost always be asked and they're a google search away, along with ideas for answers. If you know how you're going to answer, "Why do you want this job?" before you start, then that's one "um" averted.

However, that won't work for everything and I know a lot of people hate the idea of having a patter rehearsed. So, the other solution is to delay without sounding like you don't know the answer. My technique is to start my answer with a rephrasing of the question:

"What qualities do you think you can bring to our company?"
"There are a lot of good qualities that I can bring to the company. The first one would be..."

I've gained about five seconds of thinking time there, given myself a good runup and focus point to my answer, confirmed that I was listening and paying attention and, most importantly, sounded like I knew what I was talking about.


Choose your words carefully, Mr Bond. They may be your last
NLP stands for Neuro-Linguistic Programming and is basically about the relationship between words, thought patterns, behaviours and beliefs. If you've ever seen Derren Brown's 'magic', this is one of his favourite toys. Words matter far more than the meanings attached to them; people attach feelings and ideas to them too. You can turn this to your advantage.

First off, be positive with your words. Be definite and be direct. The aim here is to make the interviewer believe that you're confident, competent and, most of all, that he likes you. You can do this the hard way by actually being confident, competent and likeable, but that's no fun. The brain is a huge short-cut machine and, if you can provide your interviewer's with enough stimuli that it associates with liking, it will honestly believe that it likes you.

This sounds complicated, but it's the easiest thing in the world.

Love, Delighted, Wonderful, Perfect, Brilliant, Excellent, Thrilled, Excited, Fantastic. These are positive, definite words and they're ones that people don't use very often (especially in England) because they have such emphasis. When people hear them, their brain assumes that there's a very firm reason for them to be there. "This is a positive and definite and happy conversation, so therefore I shall be positive and definite and happy to match it. Ooh, look there's a person there. He must be the thing I'm positive about."

They're like thyme in tomato sauces - drop them into a sentence and suddenly the whole thing becomes that much more certain and credible.

"Why did you apply for this job?"
"I saw the advertisement and I did some reading on your company. I like [subject] and I'm interested in a job that lets me do that. Also, my last job was [this] which is relevant to the position."
"I saw the advertisement and I did some reading on your company. I've always loved [subject] and the fact that this opportunity would allow me to do that is very interesting to me. In addition to this, I've got experience with [this], which makes me a perfect fit for the position."

The second answer is better. Everyone 'likes' things. You're the person who 'loves'. Everybody's 'interested' in things; you're 'very interested.' Other people have qualifications and experience and other good qualities, but you're the guy who's just told the interviewer that you're perfect for the opening. You're not good, you're not okay, you're not average. You fit the position perfectly and the interviewer's brain is now looking at things through that filter, rather than assessing whether you're 'good enough, I suppose, cause there's no-one better.'

That brings me neatly onto:


Say what you mean, dammit!

Don't rely on facts to do the talking for you - Let your talking do the talking for you. Say what you would normally imply. "I'm perfect for this position, because [reason]", "I want this job because [reason]", "I have experience in [field], which means [stuff]."

If you leave the interviewer to draw their own conclusions, then they will draw their own conclusions and they might not be the ones you want them to draw. Don't give them facts and leave them to work out what should be obvious; tell them what's obvious and then justify it.

This also has the ancillary benefit of being an easy way of getting that thinking time I talked about earlier, because each time you do it, your sentence starts off with something really bloody obvious.


Stop before you go off and try to become a football manager with Southampton, of all places

Clive Woodward, architect of England's 2003 Rugby World Cup success, has a pithy little maxim about improving - Rather than improving something by 100%, improve 100 things by 1%. 1

I wouldn't go about trusting everything out of the man's mouth, but that's bloody good advice. Think about the little things that make a difference. The aim of the game is to leave the interviewer thinking that they want to hire you, so look at the tiny little subconscious things that could affect their opinion of you.

Smile when you meet them. Firm handshake. Greet them with the enthusiasm and warmth in your voice that you would normally reserve for a good friend. The brain is a shortcut machine; if it meets someone smiling and acting like a friend, it will file them under 'friend', 'pleasant' and 'liked'.

Buy a new suit/outfit. Quite apart from the fact that you will look smart, if you pick the right one then you will feel like someone in a new suit, looking the dog's bollocks and it'll show on the outside. Polish your shoes. Do your hair just so, put your contact lenses in, dress yourself up like you're on a date. Pretty people do better, because the brain is genetically predisposed to like them and no-one's perfectly objective. And if you look your best, you'll feel your best.

Google "Common [myjob] interview questions". Check the [subjectarea] section of BBC News to see if there are current events you could be aware of and reference.

Arrive 5 minutes early. Be nice to the receptionist. Be poised in the waiting room. Look happy, look confident. Think about how you sit, what you're doing with your hands, how you move. Don't fiddle with a pen. Smile at people. Make eye contact with everybody without staring.


Really, don't be a dick about it.
Have you ever heard the expression, "Dress for the job you want"? Well, the same applies to behaviour.

Act like you've already got the job and this is a formality. That doesn't mean be lax, but treat it like it's self-evident that they're going to hire you (without being rude, obviously). This takes advantage of the shortcut machine thing again - if someone's acting like they're a shoo-in (without being a dick about it, obviously), then you start believing that they are.

Easiest way to do this? When the interviewer asks whether you have any questions - ask them when the next stage of the interview is/when they will let you know about the job. This is also a great opportunity to ask another banker question - "Are there anything else you need me to tell you or clarify in order for you to offer me the job?" Confident and giving them the chance to tell you what's worrying them and for you to assuage that worry.


Finally, and most importantly, keep going, keep believing and don't let your head drop. You fucked up? You made a complete hash of a simple question that you really do know the answer to? Make a joke, keep going and don't stress. Absolute worst thing you can do is start believing that you're rubbish, because otherwise other people will too.

You're great, and you know it. Go kick some arse.

PJW



1. An example - he changed England's kit from a traditional loose rugby shirt to a skin-tight one that had no loose cloth to grab. In the quarter final against Wales, Will Greenwood's winning try could probably have been stopped if he'd been wearing a shirt that had cloth for a Welshman to grab.
 
 
pujaemuss
23 June 2010 @ 09:05 pm
I'm currently watching Mahut vs Isner in the tennis. A qualifier vs the no 21 seed on Court 18. Not that interesting under normal circumstances.

They're in the final set. The score is 59-58. They've been playing for well over nine hours, and nearly seven of those today. This is immense.

John Isner looks out on his feet. He's not running for anything; if it's not coming back to where he's standing or two steps either side, he's not even chasing it. He's being kept in by his serve and by constantly pulling out huge backhands. You can see every shot draining just a little bit more from the tank. His service just went to 40-30 and he somehow pulled a 90mph ace out of the bag to save the game. I think he's delirious with exhaustion.

Mahut is still running. I don't know how. He actually chased down a drop-shot and dived for it two games ago. I suspect he may be a Terminator.

Well over six hours of tennis. This is incredible.

PJW


ETA. Isner has just got a break (and thus match) point on Mahut's serve, at 59-58. The crowd go wild, but Mahut just steps up and serves an ace that Isner can't even chase. One more serve, of a speed that Isner would normally tuck away, but his return is powered by leaden muscles. It doesn't reach the net and he sinks to his knees, just from the strength leaving him.

ETETA. Mahut approaches the umpire and questions the light. There is a brief discussion of having two more games or moving it onto Centre Court where there are floodlights. Isner protests that he wants to continue and I'm not entirely sure how he's saying that - he's weaving from side to side and looks like he'll drop at any second. The umpire takes the executive decision and calls the match off for tonight. Isner is unhappy. They will go into day 3 of this match tomorrow.

Ridiculously enough, the winner of this match is supposed to be playing in the next round tomorrow. Somehow, I don't think that'll happen.

ETETETA. Just found out that Isner is down to play doubles in this tournament as well. He was due to play one of his doubles games at 4pm today and they put out tannoys trying to find out why he hadn't shown up before someone considered the outlandish possibility that he might still be playing his singles match!