A day or two at the All England Tennis Club, aka Wimbledon, is probably my favourite summer pastime. Nothing beats a day of stuffing my fat gob with strawberries and cream, gulping down a Pimms or three and occasionally watching a few sets of tennis. Whether the action is on Center Court, on one of the "satellite" courts hosting the smaller names in the game or on Henman Hill (sorry, Murray Mound), it is impossible to beat Wimbledon for its atmosphere and reserved English energy.
But be sure to get in line early in the day, especially if you want tickets for the main courts - the queues get crazy, with some even lining up overnight in sleeping bags to ensure themselves good seats.
Top tip: if you are here late in the day, pick up used tickets for the main courts from the returns booth.
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Boiling...with...rage....can...barely..t.t.t.type. Centre is spelt with an 're' not a damn 'er'. All that expensive British education...hurumph.