James

James, aka, 'tennis', aka, 'keeno' aka, &*&(^(%$"£"%$£%$^%^&(*)^)*^&$%"£"£^&^(*(^()&%^£! ......aka my manager.
In the tennis department there are just 2 of us...me and James, the tennis manager. He is the embodiment of everything I hate in a bloke....he cant even redeem himself with the fact he's a tennis player cos he is the keenest tennis player I've ever seen who thinks he is the best player since sliced bread, has no time for womens tennis because it 'doesnt interest him' (queer), and frequently asks me questions about what string tension I like. In a word...dumbass. In fact that doesnt even do him justice, but as my parents are reading this I cant quite explain just how much he annoys me, but you get the hint. I think the problem is that so far I havent put a foot wrong to be honest. Every week so far I have outsold him on my private lessons which he clearly hates, I had 3 people mention me personally as improving their stay at the hotel in their feedback form (pretty good apparently), I was taken to dinner by one family, and the best of the best....I got tipped 25 EUROS! Thankfully no one else really thinks much of him and I seem to be getting on well with everyone. Oh I must mention that he actually has managed to snag a girlfriend in the form of quite a pretty blonde piece who works at the pool. So there is hope for us all apparently!