Showing posts from July, 2007


It started as a dreary, rainy, and cold morning. I set out from Maze Hill at 6am, taking the train to the London Bridge; then I tranferred to another train to the Wimbledon station. Transferring yet again with 6 other passengers onto a shuttle bus, which let us out at the end of a very very long queue at around 7:45am. Supposedly the Brits love to queue. And they don't speak up when someone cuts in front of them because they have too much pride to make a scene. The queue was very orderly. I made friends with my neighbors in front and behind me, who kept my position in line while I got myself a bacon sandwich and some bad coffee (for 5 quids!). There are queue stewards who gave each person joining the queue a queuing card, providing the legitimacy of the queuing position.

It was good to have made friends with the ladies behind me, and the tennis gods must have been very kind to me. At about noon, the rain came pouring down, halting play on all the courts. Many people were going i…