Watched a fab documentary film the other night about James Hunt. The racing driver in the 70s. It was exactly like watching the movie ‘Rush’ (brilliant film) which told the same tale, but this time with real people instead of fake ones. The real James Hunt, who died aged 44, and all the greater legend for it, and the real Nicki Lauder, the most heroic man of all times. The movie version was great because the story itself is so magical. The documentary even better because James Hunt, the real one, was so much funnier and more ‘out there’ than the actor in the film, chosen for his blond good looks rather than personality.

James Hunt went out the night before the Toronto grand prix, picked up a singer, drank and shagged all night, had 10 Marlboro (he had to, it was in his contract) for breakfast and went and won the race.

He’d probably have failed a breathalyser test, but who cared in 1976? Who knew that if you drank 75 units of alcohol at night there might still be ‘traces’ of it in your blood the next day? Though wobbling round and grinning inanely might have given it away.

Brands Hatch was filled to capacity for the grand prix in 1976 and that year the tv stations were fighting over the rights for the races as the world ‘woke up’ to the excitement of the competition.

Yesterday Lewis Hamilton won the British Grand Prix at Silverstone. 140,000 people were there to watch, making it the biggest sporting event in the country. 140,000 heads all turning to the sound of “nnnnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhhhhhh” once every ten minutes then going back to their Sudoku puzzles.

I love Formula 1 like I love cricket. Long painful agony but worth checking the results and watching the best 25 seconds on the news. And wondering what happened to ‘personality’ as a concept in motor sport.

Greece vote OXI!!!! That’s ‘no’ to you non-linguists. Good for them. Or possibly very bad for them. They’re fed up with being ‘persecuted’ by Europe, bullied and having their sovereignty threatened by Angela Merkel and Francoise Hollande and those bastards at the bank.

Its a bit like telling your bank ‘Well that’s it!!! I’m taking my overdraft elsewhere’.

Where do you take a 300 billion Euro ‘overdraft’?

Happy Monday

A xxxx