YOUR diarist is never one to start rumours, but perhaps we should read something into the fact that Sir Bruce Forsyth turned up in the Royal Box a whole day after Strictly colleague Tess Daly.

Was he worried that she would again steal his thunder or sunshine? Or perhaps, not being as light on his foot as he once was, the octogenarian was meant to turn up on Tuesday but actually arrived exactly 24 hours late?

Olympic triple jump champion Greg Rutherford was also a guest - we were surprised he got invited back, as someone claimed he leaped clear out of it last time he was there. And for the third day running, our old friend Francesco Ricci Bitti was there. Known to his British pals as Rich Tea Biscuit, Francesco is president of the International Tennis Federation.

MOST journalists at Wimbledon press conferences ask questions about tennis. Some want to know about the clothes the stars are wearing. And others, a special few, want to know the players' views on the politico-economic crisis that is gripping Greece and the rest of the European Union right now.

And so it was that Laura Robson - you're right, she's not Greek, but bear with us - was asked the following question: "There are no Greek players in the draw. You're as close as we have with having your mum living there. What does your mum think of the whole Greek situation?"

Robson's reply: "I don't know that my mum is totally interested." Talk about unhelpful.

CRYPTIC clues. It isn't just Boris Becker who likes to communicate in code. The diarists are alerted from their work by a rather singular announcement over the public address system. "Would the secretary please go to the conservatory kitchen," it declares. As we are unsure if there even is a secretary, and we know there isn't a conservatory kitchen, we reckon this must be a coded statement indicating some kind of heightened security risk. Thankfully soon it transpired the secretary "was no longer required". The diarists were tempted to begin talking in hushed conspiratorial tones like something out of an espionage movie but thankfully their Scottish patois renders them near unintelligible to the locals anyway.