SW19

Love Wimbledon

It's that time of year when the world's greatest tennis tournament comes to my postcode.

The town fills up, the Village roads clog up and Maria Sharapova posters adorn once-tame and formerly-forgettable billboards. As Hertz-branded cars errr 'zoom' past you try to catch a glance of the latest Russian sensation or British best hope.

Fantastic though it is to see the place buzzing and the queues forming the night before the All England Club complex is dead the rest of the year. I run past there regularly and most of the time it's a shrine, a temple to these two holy weeks; but what a two weeks. Watching the world looking in on SW19, the tennis groupies filling the trendy bars of the Village and the smug people having got tickets through the ballot makes it all worth while.

Speaking of which... looking forward to my first visit to the show courts in a week or so...