Yesterday Wilson noticed Wimbledon's Henman Hill for the first time. He asked me why crowds of people were sitting there just watching the tennis on a big TV, when the real matches were being played only a few feet away. I explained what it was about, and he got the sort of 'thoughtful' look which never bodes well.
This morning he announced that he was going to build a big hill in the garden and nail our plasma screen to a nearby tree.
I told W that I didn't think people would pay to sit on a hill in our garden when they could sit in the comfort of their own homes and watch the tennis.
'No,' he replied, 'The beauty of the plan is that we let them in for nothing, then sell them delicious ant-based snacks and cocktails. If it rains, we sell them souvenir umbrellas. And if the tennis gets boring, we change the channel and show re-runs of Frasier or The Jeremy Kyle Show or…' he beamed, 'Titanic: The Film: The DVD! It will be like a drive-in. I shall call the hill Vermilingua's Volcano!'
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