It is time for Wimbledon. Now I think it is fair to say I hate sports, although strangely I like watching Boxing and my workout to Tracy Anderson should be called a sport, but apart from that...I digress. With everyone going World Cup bonkers I welcome Wimbledon. Wimbledon is my breath of fresh air from the St.Georges flags, (I giggle when I see them on the roadside), football holliganism and beer guzzling football fans who think its appropriate to take off their tops if the temperature reaches above 15 degrees. This by the way is not ok.
However Tennis is THE game of choice for me this summer. I will partake in the British ritual of Strawberries and cream and I will gladly watch some of the worlds fittest men grunt and swing their rackets. With pleasure and hopefully...pride. Although you can set the British weather by Wimbledon. Rain is on its way.
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