A few years ago, Mark Philippoussis was appearing at the Boodles and Dunthorne Exhibition tournament, which is a warm up to Wimbledon. It is a very intimate, "garden-party" event where all the players wander around and chat to the spectators with no security. There was a group of middle-aged ladies there, all rather the worse for champagne and Pimms. When Mark P. appeared, one ran over to him and asked for an autograph. She then produced a photo from her handbag and gave it to him. "That's my daughter" she said. "She's very pretty isn't she? Her phone number is on the back. Would you call her and ask her out on a date?" A rather embarrassed Mark muttered that he already had a girlfriend and wasn't looking for another. Undeterred, the lady said, "OK - I understand - so you just don't like young girls. I have a son too you know! Would you like to see a picture of him?" And then finally added rather desparately..... "And if you prefer older ladies, I am always available!"
Poor Mark - he was trtying so hard to get away without appearing too rude. He was actually really ermbarrassed by the whole thing