I’ve been asked to write a thing, this is always flattering.
The problem is, it’s a thing about Formula One, as in them fast car things.
Why is this a problem? Because I am a huge F1 nut. Ever since I was 9 I’ve been a teeny bit geeky obsessive about it. This should surely mean that I’m happy to be asked to write about it? Well, no. One thing about my F1 obsession is that I’m not very funny about it, I get quite deadly serious.
And the stuff I’m writing has to be funny, it’s what they want. And aside from increasingly obtuse references on the 1990 Tyrrell line up (Jean Alesi and Satoru Nakajima - you think i had to look that up?) I fear I’m failing.
I ended up yesterday watching a video that I bought in a charity shop in Ireland the other week, it was Damon Hill’s 1996 championship year - a kind of behind the scenes documentary. It wasn’t that good. So why did I still find myself welling up when he crossed the line in Japan and his wife was on the pitwall?
I really am pathetic and should go for a walk or something.
But instead I think I’ll just do a few laps on the playstation…
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