My dear friend and lush Kirsty proclaimed to me that Wimbledon had started on Saturday. Ever the traditionalist, I spat out my early morning iced tea and said that this could not be true! Kirsty took the high ground and stomped her foot like a cornered wild boar.
“Check the Television dear, there is a man with long hair playing as we speak!,” she said.
Ah! television that superb fabulist. I flicked on to see a brilliant five set match of tennis unfurling before my eyes….alas it wasn’t quite live.
“OK this is a match between Goran Ivanisevic and Pat Rafter from 2001. The biggest giveaway is that they keep mentioning that it is the final!!”
We mustn’t laugh too hard at dear old K because she, like the rest of us, was just looking forward to a wonderful tennis tournament that stinks of summer; the All Englishness of it…
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