Give Tennis The Elbow

Wind, rain and very unseasonable weather so it must be Wimbledon week. This is a phenomenon that puzzles me completely. People come from all over to queue for hours to get into a tennis club to watch people batting a furry green ball across a net at great speed whilst making the sort of noises that you only normally get in the Highlands from stags during the rut, all well and good if it's sunny but they still do it when it's pissing down so that they can have a nice afternoon of community singing led by God's own popstar Sir Cliff "My Face is made of Leather" Richard and then go off and scoff a bowl of strawberries which work out to cost a fiver a berry. Now why don't they put a roof on the thing so that they can play in the dry or make the players wear suitable rain gear. After all they're getting paid enough aren't they?