The art of queueing...
It is said that the British like queueing. As soon as there's a need to wait for something, an orderly line will form, as if by magic, and we'll all stand dutifully in line, waiting our turn. The same folks who say this might also contrast the way we queue over here to the disorganised rabble that masquerades as a queue in some other countries. I'm not so sure... maybe the art of queueing is dead. I've been in bus queues recently where it's every man for himself. Still, though it may be a dying art, it's certainly alive and well at Wimbledon.
I have arrived at 3pm and was being told by a steward that the wait would be 3 or 4 hours! The organisation were military - everyone was give a card, queue jumping was strictly forbidded and no pushing in would be tolerated. To add insult to injury, as soon as I arrived, I had called my friend who was already been there. He has a ticket and was in the third row of Centre Court watching Maria Sharapova (who was losing her match)... Fortunately it was a lovely, sunny day, I was having a book and some grapes so I was happy.
Did you notice anything in that last paragraph? I hope so. I suddenly forgot how to use verb tenses - can you help me? If you find 8 mistakes in the previous paragraph, you might even be a grammar genius...
When I eventually got in I wasn't really too bothered about the tennis. I met up with my friends, we had a drink and wandered around the outside courts, watching a variety of games, singles, doubles, mixed doubles and so on. It's an exciting place to be, and the longer the tournament goes with a Brit still in it, the more the excitement mounts. There's a grass hill at one end for anyone not lucky enough to get tickets for one of the show courts. They can watch all the action on a huge screen and cheer on their favourite players. It used to be called Henman Hill because of our perennial 'plucky loser' Tim Henman (see picture below - he's now there as a commentator). It's now called Murray Mount - we'll see how far Murray gets this year, and how high the excitement grows towards the end of next week.....
Here are some pictures of the day....nobody famous I'm afraid! (at least I don't think so...)
And the unsung heroes... the ballboys and ballgirls.
orderly - well-organised and controlled
rabble - a disorganised or disorderly crowd of people
to masquerade as - to pretend to be someone or something else
every man for himself - a phrase used to mean that everybody (man or woman) has to compete with everybone else, on their own
bothered - if you're not bothered about something, you don't care about it or it doesn't matter
Brit - a British person
plucky loser - a brave and loser who shows good spirit (but still loses!)
unsung heroes - people who act in a heroic way or perform a very good job but are not often recognised for their actions
I'll reply to some more of your comments over the weekend. Have a good one - keep studying!
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