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Maja writes… it’s turning into a Srodne duše moment but not in a good way.

Finally some peace. I asked Eleanor if I could work with Alex next week as he seems a calm kind of guy. Julian said something about “mentorship diversity.” He is strange, but not unkind. He just lives in his own movie. When I left, he waved too long. I pretended not to see. I remembered the old TV show, Srodne duše, which the Brits adapted into something called Blind Date. Ours was a match better version, with Ana Mihajlovski being a super hostess with the mostess. She is my heroine. Cilla Black? Who she? Alex, on the other hand is a different proposition… I think I need to find out more.

Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player 2026 Calendar

Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player 2026 Calendar

A 12 page, A4 calendar with images drawn from the Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player by Nick Owen and illustrations by Paul Warren.

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Maja writes… I’m a Serb, get me outta here!

He found me on the stairs. I was eating quietly. He told me stories about Helvetica and some tennis club. I said he talks too much. He looked wounded. I almost felt bad, but then he started explaining fonts again. Maybe English people are lonely in offices. In Serbia, we just drink coffee and ignore each other. Easier.

Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player: the Tee-Shirt Collection

Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player: the Tee-Shirt Collection

Paul Warren has produced some iconic illustrations for Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player and we’d like to offer you the possibility of purchasing your very own T-shirt, adorned by one of these images.

Each image will be printed as a badge on the top left hand side of the front of your T-shirt. Your T-shirt can also have our larger ‘Greatest Of All Time’ image (below) printed on its reverse.

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Julian writes…From Beeston to Belgrade and back again!

A revelation: Maja eats lunch alone in the stairwell. I found her there (purely by chance) and tried to engage her with tales of my early marketing campaigns – the Helvetica Incident, the Wimbledon Bookstall Disaster, all sprung to mind.

She nodded once, then said, “You talk too much.” Directness! Refreshing honesty, though I suspect English is her second language and nuance gets lost. Still, her eyes lingered a moment longer than necessary when I mentioned Novak. I’ve begun to imagine us collaborating on a cross-European marketing strategy: “From Belgrade to Beeston — Publishing Without Borders.” Must write that down.

Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player

Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player

“I don’t like your attitude!” snaps “Serena Williams” as we square up over the club’s dubious grass courts. But I am “Andy Murray”, the greatest tennis GOAT ever, no really I am and you “Serena” are blocking me from my ultimate goal: chairman of our local club.

‘Confessions’ is about a man of a certain age – Lord Andrew John Paul George Ringo Murray of Kirkintilloch – who lived out his tennis fantasies when he was young and never quite moved on as he grew up.

The first of a series, “Confessions of an Ageing Tennis Player” is the must-go-to illustrated comic guidebook about our dreams and our disappointments, our failures and our triumphs.

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Maja Writes… Life During Wartime

Headphones are my best defence. Best decision ever. I listen to Hawking Teds all day. They sound like home: strange, clever, detached. Julian asked what I’m listening to. I said ‘white noise.’ It’s simpler. Eleanor told me, ‘Don’t let him near your lunchbox.’ Still don’t understand the metaphors in this place.

The Courting Lives of an Ageing Tennis Player

The Courting Lives of an Ageing Tennis Player

“Tennis belongs to the individualistic past – a hero, or at most a pair of friends or lovers, against the world.” (Jacques Barzun)

 

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Maja Writes… The Road To Nowhere?

He asked if I like tennis. I said I don’t play. He looked disappointed. He looked like I’d called his god a liar. He smells like fresh paper. I started humming Psycho Filler. It helps drown him out. I do not tell him that Novak Djokovic is my mother’s cousin’s husband’s brother. It never ends well. That could be a Hawking Teds song title. He smells faintly of stationery. Work is boring involving mostly typing things into spreadsheets that make no sense. But at least I’m indoors.

The Courting Lives of an Ageing Tennis Player

The Courting Lives of an Ageing Tennis Player

“Tennis belongs to the individualistic past – a hero, or at most a pair of friends or lovers, against the world.” (Jacques Barzun)

 

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