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I had an epiphany and this is the result. I have spent hours bending the ears off even the keenest of racing fans… I impose my judgements, opinions, race summaries, and a few major crushes until no one can take it any more. Racing is specialised, and not many mere mortals can see how edge of the seat of your wet pants it can be. (And now we’re back on the BBC pants really are wet… who can take a toilet break and risk missing valuable seconds?). Due to this painful fact, I have found my racing ear-outlets exhausted and my debates dwindled. I need new ears to bend and I hereby invite you to share with me my number one obsession, which incorporates within it a number of minor ones of which I will now summarise below:

1. Lewis Hamilton. My heart bleeds that the British media are so quick to jump on his back and stab the knife in… will support him until the end.

2. Sebastian Vettel. The MOST exciting new talent on the track. World Champion in the making, but an unlucky start so far to the season.

3. McLaren. They fascinate me, regardless of them being idiots.

4. Hating Ferrari. I Just do. I hate them. I hate their smug red colour. Their smug (although agreed a God) Michael Schumacher showering saliva on his protégé, Felipe Massa.

5. Hating the FIA and their RIDICULOUS calls. Spa last year saw THE most exciting racing between Raikonnen and Hamilton, and what do they do? They fuck it all up. You will get to hear all about my conspiracy theories on the subject as they continue with their blundering mistakes.

6. Loving the passion. Moments like Germany 2003, when the likes of good old faithful Rubens Barichello got that special win and cried his heart out on the podium, I’m welling up from the memory. And a recent newbie to add to my list of passionate and sweet little men is the 3^rd and newest Sebastian to join the pack… Mr Buemi and his ‘Ohhhh noooooooo’ remarks as he slid off the track and ballsed it up last week in Malaysia. It was so sweet I wanted to hug him – he sounded like a 10 year old who’d saved up for a year to buy an ice cream, only to drop it on the floor after the first delicious lick. Bless hit tiny cotton socks. I love him. Quite sexy too, wouldn’t you say?

7. Loving the cool. Kimi Raikonnen is by far the coolest man on the planet, thus making him the sexiest too. The man doesn’t care. As the big news struck that Shumacher was finally throwing in the towel, where was Kimi? ‘I was having a shit.’ Priceless.

8. Loving the sexy. On the subject of sexy, there are a few other bad boys that give the ladies (well, me) their eye candy… those guys I love to hate on the track, but I love to fantasise about elsewhere… take the smouldering, angry and bitter Fernando… never quite sure if he will lunge at your and choke you to death, or melt into the floor and drown himself in his own tears, one can’t ignore the Heathcliff-like character of Mr Fernando Alonso.

So, there you have it… a summary of what I love, what I love to hate and who I fancy.

As I’m starting this blog at an awkward time, 2 races in, I’m going to spare you the essays and just give you a brief account of my thoughts so far. Please feel free to jump in with your praise at my highly enlightening points of view, and if you really want to voice your disagreement, well, I guess that would make for an interesting debate.