The world's dourest man

Tonight I played tennis against perhaps the world's dourest man (autocorrect wants me to say sourest which would also work).

You'd have thought he'd had a gun held to his head and been told to play. We lost the battle against him unfortunately, as instead of feeding off that, me and my partner seemed to lose the will to play against him. Perhaps that's his biggest weapon, along with a pretty quick serve!

Was a late night, but I'm off work tomorrow as we have lots of leave to use up and a new policy that if we get a decent forecast we're going to take the day off!!