Ah, Wimbledon. Home of the strawberry, sweatband, and sunburn. This year I shall be donning my boater in the centre court and making light clapping noises as Roger Federer's bottom goes past.
The only downside to actually being at Wimbledon and not watching it on the BBC is the lack of the super theme tune of Keith Prowse. So here it is:
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