Another long day at Wimbledon, but managed to get up early and take the tube to Wimbledon Village. Seems like it'd be a nice quiet place to stop by the pub and have a pint 50 weeks of the year. And an insane, overcrowded, and uber-commercialized crazy-town for the last two weeks in June. Also caught Andy Roddick walking around the village this morning on my way into The Championships. He's tall.
Other than that, just a slow day of being constantly bewildered by Brits.
As an example, even when you know what they're talking about, it's still uproariously funny when a weird looking Euro-dude asks you, "Where can I buy fags around here?"
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