The notebook this week is a bit late, but the reason for this is a good illustration of the life of an F1 traveller, lest you have warm and comfortable illusions about life as an F1 road warrior. Everyone thinks that once a race is over, we waltz off to the right parties, quaff champagne and retire to our penthouses with dusky babes keen to impress us. It is not quite like that. We left the Media Centre just before six in the morning, startling a few people who were busy packing up the team equipment ready for the trip to Russia. We wandered down Republic Boulevard (aka The Back Straight), as lot of folk with plastic cones were preparing to open the roads to traffic and then marched up to...
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