Whenever I think of Wimbledon, it always brings back painful reminders of how I have chosen to serve, only to be called out and said to be at fault by the assorted bas***ds who chose to betray me for their own political ends.
Anything to do with the courts is of course of great interest to me and that is why it is most imperative that I am there to greet the winning jockey as he or she come out of the water.
It’s my favourite game! That combination of a racket, taking a swing, playing ball – and, of course, the court – has me on the edge of my seat with anticipation. Oops… there I nearly go again!
It always leaves me completely baffled how, when a crisis threatens, they somehow manage to get that roof over everyone’s heads. Bizarre.