Saturday, 28 June 2008


After 45 years on the planet, most of them living near enough to Wimbledon, I finally went to the tennis on Thursday after work. Certainly an experience I'm glad I made the effort for.

But what an effort it was! 90 minutes queuing for about 2 hours tennis on the outside courts.

Isn't Wimbledon just another "Ballet" or "Opera"? Seems like the Centre and No.1 courts are for the "haves" and the "have-nots" make do with the outside courts. The whole place if full of pompousness, loads of uniformed official telling you what you can and can't do and they even give you a "guide to queuing" to make it seems like it's all part of the experience.

Joan A

Just watching a bit of Glastonbury on the TV, I never realised that Joan Armatrading was such a cool guitar player. Also related, and in the news, it turns out that all those rumours about her and Valarie Singleton are just a pack of lies!