The Fallow Brow

Tennis used to be a game for the upper classes – you know gentlemen & ladies eating cucumber sandwiches, or strawberries and cream, sipping tea and wearing pristine white uniforms. Long haired oiks and the common herd were not allowed within cooee of kooyong. Oh how I long for a return to those salad days.  Instead we have oriental perverts using those new-fangled technology mobile phone camera things to snap the privates of unsuspecting womenfolk. Send him back to the land of the rising sun, and let ol’ Hirohito deal with him, I say.