TENNIS WIN

Well then. I've accidentally won tickets to the Nitto ATP Tennis finals in the O2 arena.

Am I a massive tennis fan? Nope. Do I know much about tennis? Er no. Am I going anyway? You bet I am! I treat opportunity as adventure, especially when it's free.

"How did you win them?" asked Emma, last night at group. I explained how walking around Dublin had pushed my step count into the stratosphere: the competition I'd forgotten I'd entered rewarded walkers of great distances during September. And between the North and South sides of Dublin, in between eating Lamb Kleftico and being overawed in the Trinity College Library, in the middle of September, I had been a walker of 45 miles of great distance.

Henry said it was the top eight men in the world playing tennis. I thought of a joke about men in suits but didn't say it. Luke, with eyes lit up, asked me who I'm taking. I remembered that Luke really likes tennis.

So Luke (pending him getting the day off work) and I are going to see the Nitto ATP Tennis Finals in the O2 Arena!

I tried to play tennis once. The ball spent half its time sailing from my racket over the fence and into the road by the tennis courts. It spent the other half in the net, where I continually had to run in, stoop over and pick it up - the whole exercise seemed a little fruitless.

My opponent got bored too, standing there hands on hips with a look of resignation. In many ways, that (and the time I got bundled into a rugby scrum at school) sum up my entire relationship with sport.

Best observed from the sidelines.

"Can I go?" Luke asked Rebecca, his wife. She laughed and nodded. I thought that was funny.

It'll be a fun adventure anyway. I'm looking forward to it.