I feel sorry for Sebastian about his eleventh hour engine failure, but I’m happy to see a great tradition emerging. Your car’s on fire, you’re the one to douse the flames. F1’s equivalent of the Captain only leaving his ship when nothing can be done any more. Stuff of legends.
I feel personally responsible for this. For years I’ve shown the way by keeping a fireman’s helmet in my office, and extinguishing a proverbial fire or two. Mostly after having started them myself, but that’s a minor detail.
Keep going, lads. Much praise for our courageous drivers, and for the pit wall crews who hand them their blowers.
No idea how she got my number, but there she was. Said she’d watched our Tea Party from her house, and that it was really time for us to Man Up. Apparently she couldn’t bear the sight of two dozen manly men, huddling under umbrellas and waiting for the rain to stop in order to go about their business.
Ms Palin, I said, first of all it was not a Tea Party. It was a race. A Formula One Grand Prix at that. And second, it was in Korea. I don’t think you could see it from your house, because Japan is kind of sitting in the way.
“Mr Ecclestone,” she says. (I hate it when people call me that. It’s either Mr E, or Bernie if I know you.) “Mr Ecclestone, don’t try to catch me out like all those socialist media wussies. Many tried and it’s getting old. When I say I can see it from my house that’s proverbially speakin’. And what I do see is what your people say on Twitter. Or actually, my people see that. I try to stay away from it because by gollie, there’s always sumtin’ going wrong when I do it myself.
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Some of the lads in Korea came up with a Birthday present they thought fitting for an eighty year old Supremo. A walking frame. Haha. Very funny.
And here’s the steering wheel for the thing. We know all about reinventing those, of course. Anybody see what’s missing? It lacks the most important switch of all: Negotiation Settings. Should have positions, for Wait it out; Hang them out to dry; Squeeze; Extort; and Close the deal.
Just a small hint for my 81st Birthday, laddies. Not sure about you, but I’ll still be there.