I'm just about to leave for Silverstone for the weekend as the 'Kiss My Arse' guest of Fuji and......Dynojet no less. So just in the rare possibility that they shower me with freebies, I'm starting a shopping list. Oh, and hold all my calls.
Ken, Are you going to be at the Porsche event at Silverstone tomorrow? Drop me a line if you are, because I will be.
Well, back from an extremely heady two days at Silverstone. Have to get all the pictures from the other photographers before I'll post them but Wow! Hospitality, even at my lowly, pond life level is astounding. Hot and cold running flunkies, food and drink on tap and access, very nearly all areas. Some seriously cool toys on show and all accessible with the tiny little badge, even being in the garages during the starts. One for our Dan too with a trick Dax, sporting Ohlins and Brembos. Met shed loads of celebs, JK, Heston Blumenthal, got hugged By Brian Johnson (I think he thought he knew me as he was chatting to me about stuff that happened earlier in the day, but what a top geezer, doing everything he could for the punters). Got blanked by Patrick Stewart, miserable bastard, after all those episodes of Star Trek I watched too. Shatner would have taken me home for tea. But best of all, totally out of the blue, out of the tens of thousands of people on the huge site of Silverstone, I literally 'bumped' into our own celebrity, Vino. I knew he was going to be there, but honestly Rich, WTF! I promise I wasn't stalking you. Goodies? Precious little to take away I'm afraid. Despite being guests of dynojet and Fuji, I didn't even SS anybody that worked for dynojet and although Fuji leant me a camera to use, it pack up after a couple of hours. I came away with a polo shirt and sunburn.
Top do though ken. Glad you enjoyed it mate. Sorry about the weather, I DID pretend I was going so as it would piss down to keep your webbed feet happy.
Sweet of you mate. Funnily enough I felt right as rain driving back but now I think a touch of sunstroke is setting in. It feels like someone's thrown sand in my eyes and there's a rumbling migraine starting to build up behind them, but it was a cracking couple of days, I just feel fcuked now. If you'd been there Steve, I'm sure the rain would have made me less groggy, but there was billions of pounds worth of toys there. The insurance claims following a Blaggers drive by would have been astronomical.
