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Why does the blown diffuser bit remind me of Damon Hill?

I guess if opinions are like arseholes, blown opinions are like blown rear ends.

Case in question: rebuilding Silverstone. Was it only February when Hill was blowing nothing but criticism out of his rear end? What was it he said? “I have the idea of my perfect, fantasy track and that’s not what we are building.”

So now we’re in July and Mr Damon Baron von Munchhill is basking in the glory of the first Grand Prix on the new circuit. “I’ve just driven it and there are some lovely new corners. It’s going to be pretty exciting. It’s retained the high speed nature of Silverstone and there are some really great new places to watch from – you can tell that even when you’re driving around.

Keep going, Damon. You’re doing fine. Maybe a bit quick on the draw but you did get there in the end. I guess I’m the tortoise and you’re the hare, then.

Silverstone, Bloody Hill

Well, I saved Silverstone, didn’t I? But if you think they’re grateful, you’re wrong.

Thing is, in order to come up with the necessary 300 million quid for the next 17 years – which I repeat is a VERY reasonable fee if I say so myself – they’ll have to whip the old mud pit into shape. And that means changing the circuit, so that spectators can actually see what’s going on during the race. Sorta makes sense, don’t it?

No it doesn’t. Continue reading

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