THE Scots celebrity invasion on Centre Court has been constant. Sean Connery, Chris Hoy, Ewan McGregor and Miss Scotland have all been down to play homage to Oor Andy. Sources say that Jimmy Krankie has even been one of the ball boys for the lad from Dunblane's matches. Surely, the Big Yin must be on his way. Billy Connolly singing about wellies would fill the time in the rain break as the Centre Court roof creaks across. There is another possibility. What about Barry Bazza Ferguson and Allan Greegsy McGregor in the royal box? They could double as a scoreboard if Oor Andy goes two sets up.

THE Scots celebrity invasion on Centre Court has been constant. Sean Connery, Chris Hoy, Ewan McGregor and Miss Scotland have all been down to play homage to Oor Andy. Sources say that Jimmy Krankie has even been one of the ball boys for the lad from Dunblane's matches. Surely, the Big Yin must be on his way. Billy Connolly singing about wellies would fill the time in the rain break as the Centre Court roof creaks across. There is another possibility. What about Barry Bazza Ferguson and Allan Greegsy McGregor in the royal box? They could double as a scoreboard if Oor Andy goes two sets up.

Postcard from the edge. Diary astounded that there were no Oor Andy postcards on sale at Wimbledon. There was Roger in his silly white suit, Rafa scowling and Fred Perry in bronze, looking statuesque. But whaur's the photies of oor local hero? All sold out. Chip placed back on shoulder.

There is a strange spectacle at Wimbledon. It is the sight of The Queue. More than 11,000 people mill about in a holding area as if SW19 was going to stage a re-enactment of some Civil War battle. But the chaps and chapettes are wonderfully polite and well-behaved considering that some will have spent two days in the boiling sun and humid nights waiting for the privilege to pay £20 to sit on a bit of grass and watch Oor Andy on the telly. Why do they do it? The Diary doesn't pretend to know, But, then again, there are people who pay to watch Scottish football.

Yet more Astley. "Never gonna give you up" may have been an appropriate theme for Andy Roddick's five-setter against Lleyton Hewitt, but it also applies to the press corps efforts to flog the dead horse which is Roddick's apparent love for the 80s crooner. Indeed, the Diary suspects that the world No.6 now suspects it was a glaring tactical error to mention in the first place that his wife had downloaded some songs and put them on his iPod.

When some bright spark asked the American whether he thought Astley would be supporting him or Murray in the semi-final, Roddick immediately went ashen-faced, then seemed to suggest his interrogator compared unfavourably with a US-version of Jeremy Paxman. "Hardcore journalism," he said. "We have a show called 20/20 back home ABC's flagship news magazine show when they ask questions like that."

Wimbledon has come up with yet another measure to diminish the effect of the outbreak of swine flu. A woman watching the semi-finals of the women's competition had a baseball hat with the motif: Stop Grunting.

Rummage update: Our put-upon baggage handlers finally provided a neat Scottish angle by discovering a See you Jimmy wig. Thankfully, there was no head attached.

Tweet of the day. From Ivo Karlovic: "tennis not so much fun when man hits ball back."