Yes, Wimbledon. Sun, sandwiches and the most outrageous parking charges. And swarms of hysterical adolescent girls, including one who was squeaking into her phone,
"Mummy! Mummy! Roger Federer just TOUCHED me!"
It was of course hero worship rather than anything inappropriate, but I'm not sure it's a great boast to make in public.
The tennis was great. A thrilling final that went all the way. Fantastic rallies in front of an appreciative crowd. That said, we all looked up from time to time to see what was going on over on Centre Court, watching the scoreboard ticking over.
As you may have gathered, I was not on the 'show courts'. I'm instinctively suspicious of anything prefixed with 'show'. Show trials, show jumping, show tunes, show offs, and of course, 'show me the way to go home'.
For me, Wimbledon was all about the wheelchair tennis on court 4, which culminated in a fantastic final match eventually won by the French pair Houdet (professorial) and Jeremiasz (Jean Reno lookalike).
One of the most entertaining aspects of the weekend came in the form of overheard comments made by people passing the court. Comments like:
"It's amazing! It's like proper tennis!"
Or the conversation between two passers by on their way to Centre Court:
"We're going to miss our seats."
"F**k that! This looks much more fun!"
The weekend has left me exhausted, red of the face and neck, and determined to improve my tennis...
Looks very athletic. I have seen a wheelchair tennis player at my old club in South London. He used to have a good match with an able bodied friend.