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
“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.
A riotously funny illustrated comic guidebook about obsession, ageing, sporting fantasy and the gap between imagination and reality.
Follow a man of a certain age — self-styled as “Andy Murray” — on his spirited, surreal journey through dreams of Wimbledon glory, club politics, and the absurdities of success that never quite arrives. The first in the Confessions series.