7. Everyone who comes to Wimbledon to see the tennis.
Not a very welcoming attitude you might think — and you would be spot on. Do you have any idea what it is like to leave your house in Southfields (the tube stop closest to the tennis) and have to queue to walk down the road? This genuinely happens to me for two weeks every year. I get herded by the police with all the other cattle down my own road. My own fucking road. No matter where I want to go; the shops, the bank, the station, the bus stop — I have to queue with a heady cocktail of fat, clueless Americans, and arrogant, upper class Brits. It’s like a form of on Earth purgatory or a nightmare that I can’t wake up from – and even if I do wake up, I’m still in fucking Wimbledon!
Please don’t assume that I hate everything in life and this list is just proof that nothing will ever make me happy. Apart from these few, very specific examples above, I love the tennis and everything about it. Come on Murra…..no, no I can’t do it. I hate them all.
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