It’s the year 2000 and my grandmother, dreaming of Wimbledon glory, is devastated by my lack of prowess.  

Having been obsessed with this memory for twenty years, now, with her trusty swingball set, Roma Havers once again attempts to serve a LOB. Egged on by locker room banter, a Victorian ghost for a doubles partner and a masked ball that just won’t go to plan, at its heart this dance and poetry show prioritises the rearticulation of failure and shame and what it could mean to move as queer bodies in sporting spaces, even if you’ll never reach Centre Court. 

With original music from Donna Loman, Movement Direction from Christopher Brown and Swingball from Nico’s balcony.