PERHAPS we're all getting a bit blase about kiss-and-tell stories, but I thought Ulrika Jonsson's much-hyped accounts were boring.

If the serialisation in a national newspaper this week is faithful to the book, the only response to her reported fling with England manager Sven Goran Eriksson was a yawning "so what?"

It was hardly a torrid tale of unbridled lust, naughty romps and indiscreet pillow talk about sporting stars.

In fact, I've seen more sensational stuff written on the wall in the Ladies' at Bolton Bus Station.