I’m getting a lot of excitement from people who saw John Travolta strutting around Albert Park like a peacock that just swallowed a particularly juicy earthworm. Wasn’t easy, you know. It’s a bit of a handful to have an overconfident narcissistic gazillionaire waving the Checkered Flag. But all in all it seems to be good for business, so it’s definitely worth repeating. Another Italian job for Charlize Theron, maybe?
Which reminds me, it’s another sign that Hollywood and F1 make a great combination. Rest assured, dear friends, there will be more of that in your future. Watch this space, as they say in Tinseltown.
For a while we were worried there because he kept hovering around the safety car. Bernd finally found a way to distract him. Got him back just in time. Phew.
Caught him in the middle of a heated discussion with Bernd Maylander, insisting on piloting the safety car next time it’d be called out. Used the word ‘piloting’, said he was certified on twelve types of aeroplane so why not the safety car? Managed to talk him out of it but he didn’t look convinced. Neither did Bernd.
For once I’m indoors, watching from comfort and sharing it all with you my dear
contributors fans, and there’s this John Travolta strutting about, catching cheers from the grand stands, acting as if he owns the place. Which he doesn’t of course. I do.