Got up at 4:30am after an hour and a half of sleep to queue for Wimbledon... totally out of character, I have honestly next to no interest in sports but Sam said he had a 'surprise' for me and I had to be there at 6am... We queued for five hours- apparently this is what the English do best, we got gold booklets on 'The Art of Queuing" and embossed number cards to prevent anyone from pushing in. Ridiculous. Inside it was all roses and trellises and strawberries and cream, but I had no money so we couldn't afford to eat anything and by about 5pm I was falling over and my eyes mysteriously stopped working so I had to go home. Saw some funny tennis though, I loved it when the Russian girls missed the ball and screamed like petulant teenagers, and I got to see Andreas Seppi fall flat on his face. I think I'm a sadistic sports viewer.
