Alighting at Southfields station, the pilgrim to Wimbledon is met by a variety of strange sets.
The platform is bedecked in fake grass (the elder diarist is certain it is not genuine because he has smoked it) and tourists flash cameras as if they have just spotted Elvis in front of the Taj Mahal. Strangely, one Japanese woman wanted her picture taken against the Southfields signs while holding a photograph of Roger Federer. The elder diarist also paid homage to the Tube shrine of world tennis. He left an empty bottle of Diet Irn-Bru on top of the bin. It may not be much, but it is the very icon of Scotland.
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