Monthly Archives: December 2009

Stuck in a rut

I know I shouldn’t’ve done it. But it was unavoidable. Argh.

Just came back from a quick trip to Abu Dhabi. It was an unplanned visit, we basically went there to see if everything was still OK. What with this Dubai debt crisis and all, ya never know if they haven’t sold off the joint to some camel race organiser in the mean time. Better to be safe than sorry I always say. And I’ve got the billions to prove it.

But all was well, the circuit sparkling and shiny as ever. God I love those new circuits, Yas Marina and Shanghai and Dubai, and the way they got that street circuit up and running in Singapore. All that wonderful tarmac and those pristine premises, waiting for the money to flow in. Spent the whole way back in the plane with my head in the clouds. No pun intended.

So far so good. Continue reading

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Branson on a budget

So Richard Branson calls me. Guy has an ego the size of one of his hot air balloons (with the same filling as well, for that matter) but he’s a fellow billionaire so what does one do? You hitch up your pants and pick up the phone. Continue reading

Let the truth be out!

Everyone knows by now I’m an outspoken guy. My lawyers, the Devil may rip out their souls if he hasn’t got them already, have time and again advised me against it but I can’t help myself. Every time when some idiot moron raises his voice about my life’s work, the noble commerce of F1, I feel the need to set the record straight. And every time I do that, the effing journos pick up on every word I use. Continue reading