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Showing posts with label swingball. Show all posts
Showing posts with label swingball. Show all posts
Wednesday, 6 November 2013
Tuesday, 5 November 2013
Hnuergh!
Did players make those noises when I was I child? I don’t honestly remember, but that’s a mainly because I was usually upstairs in my bedroom for the entire duration of Wimbledon fortnight. My mum was addicted to Wimbledon, and would spend the entire two week period closeted in a darkened front room, avidly watching the tennis. Every now and then I would hear a scream and come running down the starers to find out what was wrong - it usually meant Jimmy Connors had lost an easy point or Virginia Wade had tripped over or something like that.
Monday, 4 November 2013
Claws in
Originally published 28 June 2010
Continuing with the Wimbledon Swingball theme. I like the drawing of Jones in the last panel in this one.
Saturday, 2 November 2013
Swingball
But it always happens when I play swingball. Real tennis (that's real lawn tennis, as opposed to Real Tennis) is beyond me - I've never played a rally that has lasted for longer than a serve and a return.
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