Everyone for tennis?

It should be compulsory, obviously. The criminal, unreformable, untouchable, terminal masses ought to be forced into an hour’s tennis on a Monday morning. For the rest of us, tax inducements might be enough. We should have massive parks, stretching for mile after asphalted mile, where lawyers and plumbers and marketstall holders and teachers and bankers and gaffers and ministers hit hard little yellow balls at each other just long enough, just beautifully enough to end on a handshake and a stretch and a feeling of having earned the coffee that follows. Our tai chi, rain or shine. Communal showers, fresh fruit, and did I mention coffee?