Yesterday afternoon, Wilson had a revelation, a satori insight, a light-bulb moment: the Wimbledon singles winner receives £1,000,000. He immediately ran off to the Museum of Old Stuff to look for a tennis racquet.
An hour later he returned, empty-pawed and wearing a disappointed expression. 'I couldn't stay awake for the length of even a three-set singles match,' he admitted. 'I couldn't even stay awake long enough to find a tennis racquet in the Museum. I am doomed by my genes never to win a million at Wimbledon.'
I seem to recall we went through exactly the same thing this time a year ago, so I don't think he'll stay downhearted for too long.
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