1) Damn these sunny days. It's about 11:45 and we've been queueing for almost an hour and we're still not at the main gate. We have a chat with the bloke on the gate when we finally get there (there's time - we're not going anywhere soon) and he says they only sold 1200 tickets last year. He's sold double that today and the queue is still a mile long. It was cold and overcast last year, that's why, we reply. Bit of sunshine and the hordes are out looking for summat to do. And what could be better than gawping at loads of
olde chaps and
chappesses (and some quite young drivers as it happens) piloting even older cars around a historic circuit (albeit one that is in a constant state of flux)?
2) Howard immediately makes himself at home and gets chatting away about the
olde times to Bentley Bear who's competed in many an
olde Le Mans 24 Hours he doesn't mind telling him, oh no. Howard's so excited he appears to be bending it like
Beckham (or, perhaps, doing the Can-Can) but we have no idea what that's all about.
3) We were taken with this outrageous car last year and got a 'paddock shot' or two but nothing 'on track', so here's one of it 'going for it' at Copse. We think the designer of this 1929 Napier Bentley was missing a trick. If he extended the bonnet a bit more he could have got
two 24 Litre Bomber engines under it. I mean, why settle for just the
one? It's being driven by Christopher Williams and it goes like stink down the straights. Bit slower 'round the corners, mind. Can't have it all tho', eh?
4) Bl**
dy motorists in their
fangled and new automobiles. Never looking where they are going. Always distracted. Looking around for their prawn sandwiches/bottle of
Pimms, that sort of thing. Should be banned.
5)
Yay! Another exciting shot of one of
Silverstone's new GP circuit corners. Dunno what it will be called but this is the corner that joins the new bit with the existing 'club circuit' straight (so they'll be coming towards you, if that helps).
6) Back in the paddock and David refuses to be down-hearted just because a certain someone has informed him that he needs a haircut and he's looking more and more like his Roman alter-ego,
Sanctimonius Pedanticus, every day. I'll get it cut next week (possibly). Really I will. Promise.
7) This is Pink Floyd drummer Nick Mason (you'll have to take our word for it). I took several photos of this 1959 Maserati T61 in the paddock. Mr Mason (who I nearly saw live at Earls Court in 1973 but finished up seeing the Kinks at the Rainbow instead - it's a long story) might have been stood right next to us when we were
taking them, for all I know, but we wouldn't have noticed 'cos it's a 1959 Maserati T61. Probably asked him to shift out of the way.
8) It's 5:15-
ish and it's time to go. Looks like we won't be able to drive straight out (but we were able to). It's been a great day and the large crowd added to the atmosphere and only got it the way on the odd occasion (we are
sooooo tolerant). Now were are off to meet Billy and Sue down the road for a meal and a chat. They've promised to have a full run down of all the football scores (gulp). Will The Mighty Wolves be safe?
1) Damn these sunny days. It's about 11:45 and we've been queueing for almost an hour and we're still not at the main gate. We have a chat with the bloke on the gate when we finally get there (there's time - we're not going anywhere soon) and he says they only sold 1200 tickets last year. He's sold double that today and the queue is still a mile long. It was cold and overcast last year, that's why, we reply. Bit of sunshine and the hordes are out looking for summat to do. And what could be better than gawping at loads of olde chaps and chappesses (and some quite young drivers as it happens) piloting even older cars around a historic circuit (albeit one that is in a constant state of flux)?
2) Howard immediately makes himself at home and gets chatting away about the olde times to Bentley Bear who's competed in many an olde Le Mans 24 Hours he doesn't mind telling him, oh no. Howard's so excited he appears to be bending it like Beckham (or, perhaps, doing the Can-Can) but we have no idea what that's all about.
4) Bl**dy motorists in their fangled and new automobiles. Never looking where they are going. Always distracted. Looking around for their prawn sandwiches/bottle of Pimms, that sort of thing. Should be banned.
5) Yay! Another exciting shot of one of Silverstone's new GP circuit corners. Dunno what it will be called but this is the corner that joins the new bit with the existing 'club circuit' straight (so they'll be coming towards you, if that helps).
6) Back in the paddock and David refuses to be down-hearted just because a certain someone has informed him that he needs a haircut and he's looking more and more like his Roman alter-ego, Sanctimonius Pedanticus, every day. I'll get it cut next week (possibly). Really I will. Promise.
7) This is Pink Floyd drummer Nick Mason (you'll have to take our word for it). I took several photos of this 1959 Maserati T61 in the paddock. Mr Mason (who I nearly saw live at Earls Court in 1973 but finished up seeing the Kinks at the Rainbow instead - it's a long story) might have been stood right next to us when we were taking them, for all I know, but we wouldn't have noticed 'cos it's a 1959 Maserati T61. Probably asked him to shift out of the way.
8) It's 5:15-ish and it's time to go. Looks like we won't be able to drive straight out (but we were able to). It's been a great day and the large crowd added to the atmosphere and only got it the way on the odd occasion (we are sooooo tolerant). Now were are off to meet Billy and Sue down the road for a meal and a chat. They've promised to have a full run down of all the football scores (gulp). Will The Mighty Wolves be safe?
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