Greetings one and all and welcome to the latest edition of the Britblog Roundup, which seeks to round up the cream of British blogging over the past week and, perhaps, introduce readers to new blogs they may not have been aware of. As ever, we thrive on nominations from readers to alert us to the good stuff out there - so please email your suggestions to britblog [at] gmail [dot] com.

The Britblog normally appears on a Sunday, but Messrs Federer and Murray Roddick put a bit of a dent in that plan. Alex Massie looks back at the greatest Wimbledon final since, well, the previous one.

At least we did not have the frankly unnerving sight of Rafa Nadal's biceps to distract us this year, though of course this may have been a disappointment to female viewers. But more normally it's the women at Wimbledon who are victims of objectification, as the F Word notes with disapproval. Writing at the same blog, and egged on by a particularly loathsome Justin Timberlake video, Laura Woodhouse has a good old rant about being a woman in a world dominated by men.

Moving sideways slightly to cricket, and Michael Vaughan announced his retirement last week. Got Him! That's Out! considers the career of one of England's greatest captains.

Charles Crawford pens some thoughts on e-diplomacy, the FCO's resistance to change, and what t'Internet means for the old question; "Who is my neighbour?".

Another former ambassador is standing for election in the Norwich North by-election. Craig Murray has some questions for his Tory opponent.

While on the subject of Norwich, it looks rather as if that is where the Apocalypse is going to begin. The Law West of Ealing Broadway has spotted a new scheme in the city which gives nightclub bouncers the power to levy on-the-spot fines for disorderly behaviour. Read that again. And then consider that the police gave them this power last October without any consultation whatsoever. Really, can you imagine a group of people in society you'd trust less with summary powers (except Labour MPs, obviously)?

Another group of people you wouldn't give any responsibility if you had the choice; vegetarians. Unmitigated England has some choice words for Sir Paul McCartney, and reminds us of Macca's justification for turning lettuce-muncher back in the 1970's:

"We were on the farm and we saw lambs gambolling and we were eating a leg of lamb. So it was a compassionate thing"

Twat.

Another of life's pleasures, at least at time of writing, is alcohol; but of course the ZaNuLab fascists are coming after your pint as well (© all libertarian bloggers everywhere). Writing at the Devil's Kitchen, the Filthy Smoker demolishes five myths about "Booze Britain" quite masterfully, and makes all right-thinking people thirsty into the bargain. Still on bloggertarianism, Longrider takes some pleasure in delivering a brutal kicking to the "childish, spoiled and delusional" protesters who hijacked a train to stop coal deliveries to the Drax power station. Personally I think the coal industry does itself no favours by naming its facilities after Bond villains.

Mark Reckons that, if the ludicrous Jeni Barnett's comments on MMR were within the Ofcom rules, then the rules are broken. Hard to disagree with that.

Liberal England considers the National Express fiasco and suggests they won't be the last train company to struggle.

River's Edge experienced a strange emotion last week; feeling sorry for Margaret Thatcher (pbuh). Not sure about the suggestion that socialists are nicer than Thatcherites, though; that will be pretty comprehensively disproved by the reactions on the day she dies.

But of course that will be many fruitful years from now, so let's think happy thoughts and try to put that out of our minds! Hard to imagine anything more quintessentially English than the parish church, and this is a particularly fine, if modest, example.

Mark Pack pens an open letter to the Electoral Commission. No, wait, don't go; it's more interesting than it sounds.

And finally this week, two nominations of my own. Dr Richard North has come in for some criticism on this blog in the past, so it is only fair to point out that while we fanny around calling ministers morons, he is doing superb and important work exposing the inadequacies of the vehicles in which our soldiers in Afghanistan are supposed to perform their duties - and, as he notes at Defence of the Realm, these shortcomings - which have cost more lives this week - are not principally to do with money, or at least not in the sense that superficial MSM coverage usually implies. A must-read.

And lastly lastly, congratulations are due to Chicken Yoghurt, who got married last month after wearing his girlfriend down with "fifteen years of pleading, begging and threatening suicide". By my reckoning, that means Ana Ivanovic and I will be hitched some time in 2023. Soon, Ana, soon...