My essays were going quite well. I was progressing through them at quite a decent rate. At one stage, it looked like I might even have finished the first one by now.
A breathless, bizarre and incident-packed Mexico City ePrix saw Lucas di Grassi pick up his first win of the season in the most unlikely of circumstances. An unusual-looking grid, further affected by penalties for Jérôme d'Ambrosio and super-pole winner Daniel Abt (both for incorrect tyre pressures) had NextEV's Oliver Turvey starting from the front, and DS Virgin's José María López alongside. Championship leader Sébastien Buemi could only reach 7th, and di Grassi back in 15th. Turvey made a clean getaway from the line, but there was immediately plenty of action taking place behind him. Nick Heidfeld overtook Jean-Éric Vergne in the run to the first corner to take third. Da Costa lost several places when he locked up while attempting to overtake Sam Bird, but managed to rejoin the race quickly. A concertina effect on a busy turn three saw several cars make contact. The most significant incident being Stephane Sarrazin rear-ending a near-stationary Lucas di Grassi. T...
I watched this week's Apprentice at half-past-three on Wednesday morning, having been staring at a computer screen for about a day. As a result, my memory of precisely what happened are slightly cloudy. The Guardian 's excellent " live blog " has handily filled in the gaps. Our six would-be apprentices were given the task of selling wealthy punters the chance to spend some time with some fantastic supercars. Apparently, this is a rapidly growing new business venture, although quite why struck me as a tad confusing. Surely the whole point of those things is to drive them – fast ? Unless you own your own racetrack, there's not much opportunity to do that on the UK's roads... It soon became clear, though, that the target audience was disgustingly rich grade-A posers. Depending on your point of view, poor/useless Lucinda was unfairly/fairly treated by her team-mates this week. Having said she wouldn't feel comfortable selling on her own (because she...
I'm writing this post in bed, because I'm feeling a bit poorly. Which is really rubbish, because it means I can't eat loads and loads of chocolate (as I'd planned to do) and because I couldn't go to see Dartford notch up another win (this time over Canvey Island). My teeth are also giving me jip, although that was expected because of my appointment on Wednesday. It was the reason I had to stay in Sheffield for a few days after the end of the first "half" of the semester, but it also nearly forced me to stay for a bit longer. Not really thinking, I had booked a ticket on the 13.27 train home. This meant being on the train between 20- and 25- past, and this meant arriving at the station for about quarter-past one. My dentist appointment was a 11.45 sit-and-wait. The orthodontic department at the hospital is clearly so popular that they have to over-book appointments every day in order to treat everyone. So I knew that it would be a close-run thing...