Selfie sticks are banned at Wimbledon, but selfies abound. Photos are taken holding containers of strawberries, in courtside seats, in front of pitchers of watered-down pimms. But one of the biggest photographic-draws is a small plaque, on the brick-wall outside court 18, which commemorates the longest match in history: an 11 hr 5 minute battle between the American John Isner and the Frenchman Nicolas Mahut.
I'm a feminist, of course I'm a feminist, I have a vagina. What person with a vagina wouldn't want equality between men AND women? Which is essentially what feminism means. It's not, burning your bra and not shaving your legs - although I have to say I'm not doing bad living up to that stereotype, but when it comes to Game of Thrones - can everyone just please shut up.
Netflix has been at the forefront of this shift in the way we interact with our televisions, offering viewers an unprecedented quantity of content from one source, much of which had previously only been available by purchasing expensive movies from the likes of Sky or Virgin, or enjoying an old school DVD boxset.
I'll admit I was a little late to the Girls party. But once I arrived, I partied HARD, watching all three seasons in the space of a week. The finale marked a Lena Dunham-shaped hole in my life, which I have partially filled with her new autobiography Not That Kind of Girl, but by and large I remain pining for season 4 to hit our screens next year.
So after a week, a lot of sleepless nights, and watching the same Natwest advert over and over again (the one with a little girl so adorable she makes me want to claw out my own heart just to stop myself from crying - seriously I can't cope), I am finally up to speed with the Game Of Thrones bandwagon.