NaNoWriMo day 4

Yeah, so, I’ve just had diner, which was a simply scrumptious affair of pie, mash and sweet corn, followed by coconut yoghurt for pud. Today I’ve been in a much more positive frame of mind, and though I’m still taunting myself with artificial deadlines I’m doing it with wry good humour. Add that I’m happy with what I’ve written and it’s no wonder the cat is purring.

Also, this afternoon was the Formula One Abu Dhabi Grand Prix. It was won by Kimi Raikkonen, and was an excellent race filled with excitement! If you don’t follow F1 you really should. True, it’s not a mandatory part of NaNoWriMo, but it should be. Ludicrously expensive fast car racing and novel writing: what could be a better mix? 😉

What I haven’t done on day four is write as much as I should have. I’m going to be a tad behind going in to day five, but not so much that catching up isn’t doable.

Blimey, the English language is wonderfully rich and infinitely malleable, isn’t it? Maybe, for clarity, I should have said: I’ll be behind on day five, but I can catch up. I love it! There are so many different ways to couch a thought. Actually, that’s a very good point….

Note to self: NaNoWriMo is all about the 50,000 words. Write, write and write! Do not carefully construct each and every sentence while writing or, unless your name is Stephen Fry, you won’t get to 50,000 words. Re-writing comes in December, and then is the time to tweak, primp and tartify your prose.

Ave.

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Ferrari at Yeongam, Korea

I follow F1. It’s pretty much the only sport I do follow, though sadly I’ve never actually been to see a grand prix live. I would, but it’s seriously expensive. Besides, in these days of austerity I’d feel like a heel sipping champagne and scoffing smoked salmon whilst the proles scrabbled in the mud and doffed their hats…. Sorry, got a bit carried away there. Ho hum.

Anyway, F1 or not, this photograph of a Ferrari at Yeongam in Korea is stunning. I found it posted by Shell Motor Sport raving on about how  ‘Shell V-Power powers the F2012 through every turn, straight & chicane this season.’ They go on to say: ‘What we learn at the track we put on the road.’ I should think so to. How about lowing the price of petrol for us common folk while you’re at it. hmm?

A stellar image! Methinks the photographer, Clive Mason, deserves an award.

…and the next day

Warrior Square Station

 

No more snow, though temperature low.

This, of course, doesn’t obviate the need for shopping. One simply has to trudge and bear it—which is better than beering and staggering it, I suppose. And much, much better than Vodka and crawling. Me, I’d stone and float it if I had a choice, but I don’t. Waaay too long in the tooth for that sort of malarkey. Also, I don’t know anyone to turn me on. Sad, but true.

One thing that does turn me on and is totally without the need for a dealer (unless, that is, you count Murdoch’s Sky as a dealer), is F1. All the big teams (except Mercedes) have released their cars now, and all of them, except McLaren, have an ugly step down just after the monocoque and before the nose. Simply speaking the McLaren is beautiful and none of the others are: which is worrying. It’s worrying because I’m now thinking maybe McLaren have gone done a boo-boo. Maybe the hideous step is vital: after all, Red Bull have one, and they’re hardly slouchily slow. Oh dear. 😦

Hmm. I wonder what tommorow will bring?

 

Beautiful McLaren!

2012 McLaren MP4-27

I’m not saying I got turned on when I saw the new 2012 McLaren today, but I’m certainly not saying I didn’t. Fast or not, that is a very, very beautiful car. It is aesthetically pleasing to the nth, and in comparison to the Hadean lump that is the Caterham the McLaren is a vehicle designed by a very talented chap (or chapess) from from Mount Olympus. Get my drift?

I snarfled the picture from Joe Saward’s blog (he who produces a magazine at the end of every F1 race and is, to my mind, the best F1 journalist there is).

The 2012 season gets closer every day which only goes to prove time is linear and moving in the right direction. W00T! 🙂

Ugly, oh so ugly!

Dear god, let this be a mistake!

 

Though I have yet to go to an actual race, and I’m disparagingly called an ‘armchair fan,’ there’s no doubt I love Formula One. It’s wicked and splendid and wonderful and I’ll argue until the cows come home for my right to watch it. However, this just released picture of the 2012 Caterham CT01 is making my hard on for the sport wilt. Fast.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything with less beautiful lines in my life. Once upon a time I had a Skoda, and it was gorgeous in comparison.

Whatever the rules are that meant a designer had to design the car above need to be changed. Now, if not sooner. Now, before I (and a lot of other F1 fans with eyesight) give up F1 for International Tiddlywinks. Please?

Pretty please?

Pretty please with bells on?

F1 – the magnificent!

Formula One - 2012 season calendar

Everybody follows a sport, right? Wrong! I didn’t follow any sport until the mid 1990’s, which is, apparently, a pretty heinous crime.

Football I loathe: I can’t see the point. Cricket is really too slow and a sport for statisticians: besides, it appears that nowadays they cheat for shedloads of money. Rugger I quite like, but is better played than watched. Ditto for Squash – though there isn’t any television coverage of Squash as far as I’m aware.

Baseball is a sport I could have got into. Once, back in the 1980’s, when I was in the U.S.A. working my way around selling T-Shirts at rock concerts, I got taken to see the Ney York Yankees vs the Boston Red Sox at Yankee Stadium. The game was fantastic, full on, energetic and bloody amazing! By some fluke of fate I caught a home run ball that had been belted into the stands. From then on until the game finished I was protected by two hulking American friends in order to stop rabid fans from taking the ball off me. Later, I got a vibe off the same friends that they were quite upset I’d caught the ball. One of them had been going to watch the Yankees for years and had never managed it. Still, they were happy for me and that night we got drunk and tried to knock over a street light outside a bar in Queens.

Sadly, Baseball isn’t televised in the U.K., So that put paid to that. I suppose Tennis was the closest I came to following a sport, but that only for the Wimbledon fortnight. So that was me and sport …

… until 1996 when I was howling in a band with the name ‘Split Pyramid.’ Don’t ask me why we were called that, I have no idea. The other band members, to a man, followed F1. And they all played the Playstation F1 game. I took up both, and F1 still has me avidly in its clutches even though I’ve never been to a live Grand Prix:

“Maybe this year,” is what I say in January every year. Who knows, maybe it will be this year?

I also follow Joe Saward’s blog for the inside scoop and gossip, ’cause who doesn’t need a little scoop (two scoops and a flake, please) and gossip, these days?