I love Wimbledon but I hate it.

Wimbledon - there are things that make me both love it and hate it in equal measures. I love that fact that it's such a big deal tournament, and that it's a really nice day out - assuming your lucky enough to get a ticket - and that even though I don't really like watching tennis that I can still enjoy it so much.

But what I really hate is the Britishness of it all. It's just such a stuffy event and all that clinging on to tradition makes no sense at all to me. The place is full of posers who are so far up themselves you just want to scream and then there are all those old fashioned middle-class types who simply exude everything I hate about being British.

When we were there last week I found the unreasonable partisanship incredibly embarrassing, especially in games where neither of the players was English, like most of the crowd undoubtedly were. The people sitting in the sun endlessly complaining about the heat were tiresome, and the people who were walking around looking down their noses at everyone else were even worse.

But the strawberries were fantastic and so is just being there - especially when you're in the front row right next to the net.