DELIRIUM setting in.

The workings of those little grey cells are a mystery to Jo-Wilfried Tsonga . "I know how to use my brain," he says, "but sometimes I forget." The diarist feels his pain.

BIG match action. At the Faisanderie, the home of rugby outfit Stade Francais, on Sunday, soccer superstars such as Olivier Dacourt, Johan Micoud, and former Hibs striker Marc Libbra, play out a 4-4 draw in their annual match with tennis stars such as Michael Llodra. There is no truth in the suggestion that the match was called off early when one of the participants 'did a Mohsni'.

YESTERDAY's diary item about the animals which stalk Roland Garros omitted to mention one. Andy Murray nearly got mauled by an alligator at courtside on Philippe Chatrier the other day, and this was France, not Australia. Forced wide in pursuit of a Nick Kyrgios forehand, he almost slid into a nearby Lacoste sign.

THERE has been a fair dose of the sniffles going about Paris this week. So what is Andy's secret for staying out of the doctor's waiting room? "In terms of illness, I mean, I don't go out late," he said. "I know that a lot of my friends that go out and party very late often wake up with sore throats the next day and can get sick." One hopes this isn't a veiled reference to the French Open press corps.

THERE is a light and it never goes out. Sloane Stephens is at it again. Asked how much being out there on Philippe Chatrier had re-ignited the fire which burns inside her, she somewhat poured cold water on the topic. "The fire is still there," she said. "I'm motivated. I'm happy. I'm excited to be playing. And I'm excited that I'm going to see you for the next ten years of my life."