Skip to main content

Who...?!

Image
By

Do you remember selecting members for your team at school?

Not a 'proper' team, arranged by the psychopathic PE teacher with the over-tight shorts and a tendency to shout a lot in a way that implied he was strangely compensating for something, but a mates team, during lunchtime.

Captains get appointed and take it in turns to pick from the assembled mass.

Well, the BBC have finally announced their TV F1 lineup. And it's clear Sky got to pick first. And second too. They've swiped the excellent Martin Brundle and Ted Kravitz (along with everyone from Five Live), so it was fair to say I wasn't expecting much. And I got even less. Alongside Coulthard, Humphrey (with his increasing twitter obsession about fitness training, his personal fitness guru and motivational phrases), Jordan and McKenzie, will be Gary Anderson and Ben Edwards.

Gary Anderson I know - avuncular tech geezer, who spent a lot of time with EJ at Jordan. Cue Eddie joshing about how little he paid him etc. He'll be the Technical Analyst. Ben Edwards has commentated on F1 for Eurosport and F1 Digital. Which I guess, in terms of viewer numbers, is a bit like me shouting "you twat!" at Lewis Hamilton from the comfort of my armchair. Not that I do that. Not more than 3 times a race, anyway.

I hope Ben Edwards is good - he's got big shoes to fill. As I'm skint and can't afford Sky, I don't have a lot of choice. Any thoughts of catching the race live on the radio have been well and truly scuppered by James Allen getting that job. Brrrrrrr.

Still, he could have landed the TV commentary job. Then I'd have had to take up watching the All Nations Gurning Championships For Women. Again.

(Blogging at work today, so its MP3's on Random - right now its Lady GaGa. Crikey.)
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Shouting in the social media mirror

By
It was always tricky to fit everything you wanted into the intentionally short character count of Twitter, especially when, like me, you tend to write ridiculously long sentences that keep going on and on, with no discernible end in sight, until you start wondering what the point was in the first place. The maximum length of a text message originally limited a tweet to 140 characters, due to it being a common way to post your ramblings in Twitter’s early days. Ten years later, we’ve largely consigned texting to the tech dustbin, and after a lot of angst, the social media platform’s bigwigs have finally opted to double your ranting capacity to 280. Responses ranged from “You’ve ruined it! Closing my account!” to the far more common “Meh” of modern disinterest. As someone rightly pointed out, just because you have twice as much capacity doesn’t mean you actually have to use it. It is, of course, and excellent opportunity to use the English language correctly and include punctuat...
Post a Comment
Read more

A fisful of change at the shops

By
A recent day out reminded me how much the retail experience has altered during my lifetime – and it’s not all good. I could stop typing this, and buy a fridge, in a matter of seconds. The shops are shut and it’s 9pm, but I could still place the order and arrange delivery. I haven’t got to wander round a white-goods retail emporium trying to work out which slightly different version of something that keeps my cider cold is better. It’ll be cheaper, too. But in amongst the convenience, endless choice and bargains, we’ve lost some of the personal, human, touches that used to make a trip to the shops something more than just a daily chore. Last weekend, we visited a local coastal town. Amongst the shops selling over-priced imported home accessories (who doesn’t need another roughly-hewn wooden heart, poorly painted and a bargain at £10?) was one that looked different. It’s window allowed you to see in, rather than being plastered with stick-on graphics and special offers calling ...
2 comments
Read more

Making an exhibition of yourself

By
Now and again, it’s good to reaffirm that you’re a (relatively) normal human being. One excellent way of doing this is to go to a business exhibition. Despite what you might have surmised from reading my previous columns, I am employable, and even capable of acting like a regular person most of the time, even joining in the Monday morning conversation about the weather over the weekend, and why (insert name of footyballs manager here) should be fired immediately. The mug! True, there are times, often involving a caffeine deficiency, where it is like having the distilled essence of ten moody teenagers in the room, but I try and get that out of the way when people I genuinely like aren’t around to see it. As part of my ongoing experiment with what others call ‘working’, my ‘job’ involves me occasionally needing to go and see what some of my colleagues get up to outside the office, and what our competitors do to try and make sure that they do whatever my colleagues do better than ...
Post a Comment
Read more