thinking mans yellow jersey
Thursday 12
Orange Lodge Day
Worked 10.15 - 6.45 = I am half dead (not surprising after partying for the past few days)
Not very busy though
Wrote to Sam
He phoned and said he had got a few autographs
Miss him
Phoned Fi
Friday 13 (ooo Friday the 13th!!!)
Dentist 11.10 - cancelled
Worked 10.00 - 6.15
= not very busy in the morning but were in the afternoon
Went to the Scarisbrick to a 21st do = ok
Only about 60 - 70 people there
Home at 12.30
Saturday 14
British Grand Prix - Silverstone
Work 10.00 - 6.20
Clay Regazonni won
Sam phoned
he got back from Silverstone at 8pm
he went to Gayton
he phoned again at 12.00
miss him v v much
Fi stayed over
I never went to the British Grand Prix during the 70s. That delight was introduced to me in the early 80s. It was a bitter/ sweet experience. I loved motor sport and race day was always fabulous. The down side was camping for 3 days. Very little sleep due to back to back tents, parties and so on. Also by day 2 the toilets and showers were generally out of order. So come race day you were minging and in need of a decent meal.
Sam used to do some freelance photography for a local paper, so we were fortunate enough to get press passes that allowed us into the F1 paddock. Another bitter/sweet experience... 3 days and no washing facilities..... meeting up with the Formula One greats such as Nelson Piquet, Nigel Mason, James Hunt, Ayrton Senna (such gorgeous man, I saw him stood on the roof of a car, so looking like a baglady I shouted up to him 'excuse me can I have your autograph?', he jumped down said 'of course', signed my programme & gave me such a lovely smile)
There is photographic evidence somewhere of me in a Pamalat Brabham baseball cap and an oilskin coat, hair like a grease pot and looking completely fed up... but you know I just can't find it right now hee hee
I was ok with all of this (really), being quite excited at meeting these heroes of motor sport until I came face to face with women dressed like this
