Theres nothing i like better than free things, and centre court tickets at Englands most polite sporting event were, if i may say, rather jolly indeed. strawberries and cream, Pimms in a slurpy cup, ikkle bottles of chardonnay and a lovely summer day... brilliant! gawked at the b grade royals in the box and was informed by a South African players wife that to wear tweed was the biggest faux par you could make as a royal at wimbledon, and of course i scoffed agreement. 'Tweed, at a LAWN tennis event??' None of the Royal Navy, Army, Airforce or Firebrigade removed him from the Royally embroidered seats, so i felt a bit better about spilling smoothie down my skirt.
In other sport news, England are finally out of the world cup. this upsets me as im now an avid fan of WAGs(footballers wives and girlfriends) queen victoria aka 'posh' and her band of crack addicted compulsive couture shopping wag pals. Im not sure if any of them would be able to point out any royals in the stadium, but their views on tweed are likely to be the same.
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