in an intriguing debate about Brexit. The bald men have ceased bickering over the comb and are now debating who the best barber in town is.
Believe it or not, that's one of the few things I like about the British.
That tennis only exists for two weeks a year. We totally binge on it and forget about it straight away for the next 50 weeks.
It's like telling the rest of the world that our tennis tournament is so much nicer than all yours, we can't be arsed watching any of you.