Ann: So, Bob, are you watching the finals of the tennis this weekend?
Bob: Um ... no, I don't think so.
Ann: Don't you like tennis, then?
Bob: No. I can't stand it. Sorry to sound so miserable! I just hate it.
Ann: I don't watch it very often. But I watch the Wimbledon finals and the finals of the American Open.
They're only once a year after all and it's really world-class tennis.
Bob: I can't play although it has always been my dream, that's my problem. I'm hopeless at it! I've had
lessons, of course but they were a disaster. You know, if I'm not very good at a sport, I don't like
watching it. I just don't feel any real involvement at all.
Ann: So what do you like, then?
Bob: I'm a member of a golf club. I play golf once or twice a week.
Ann: Oh, right. My father plays golf as well. The problem is we hear about it 24 hours a day. It's his main
topic of conversation. In fact, it's probably his only topic at the moment.
Bob: You don't play, then?
Ann: No. I've tried a few times. I used to go to the club with my father and I had a few lessons with one
of the golf professionals, but I'm not interested in it, really. It's ... not my cup of tea. I prefer to go horse
riding.
Bob: Oh, right. So you have your own horse?
Ann: Well, not exactly! I go to a riding club not far from where I live and ride one of the horses there. It's
a lot cheaper than owning your own horse and a lot less work as well. You don't have to brush it and
clean it. And it's all ready for you when you arrive. You just get on the horse and ride it for an hour.
That's all. You haven't got any other responsibilities.
Bob: Yeah, that sounds good fun. I like the idea of just getting on the horse and then handing the horse
back when you've finished riding. You know, I think I'd like to have a go at it.
Ann: Well, why don't you come with me the next time I go? They organise special classes for beginners
most days.