The Valencia GP makes it look like a naked bobsleigh event when someone has painted your love-spuds with Go-Cat and released a trailer full of hungry moggies. On acid.
The dullest thing since a Kimi Raikkonen interview marathon, the 2nd Spanish race (isn't 1 enough?!) has hardly been scintillating viewing.
True, it is in a beautiful, coastal location and the old port buildings are glorious. The problem is, unless you get an aerial shot, the only thing you see during the race is concrete walls and catch fencing. If I want to see that, I can go to my local multi-story car-park. At least then I stand the chance of seeing something vaguely interesting. Like a mugging, or someone having a wee in the lifts.
Valencia is duller than dishwater. If they can't afford to run it, the whoopee. Let F1 go somewhere more interesting instead. There are enough countries desperate for a race that holding two in Spain (largely because of a heavy-on-the-eyebrows Spanish former F1 champion in a red car) seems pretty mad, especially as this one is a yawnfest.
Its rubbish. Bin it.
(Still doing rock hand gestures and playing air-guitar to Def Leppard. Rock!)
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