6/21/2009 0 Comments The Conversation “Have you had a chance to start writing the blog,” Alexa asked. It was a question I was dreading, because I wasn't sure how to answer. “Have you had a chance to start writing the blog,” Alexa asked. It was a question I was dreading, because I wasn't sure how to answer. I figured it was best to just come straight out with it. “Not really,” I noted, “because I wasn't sure if you wanted one.” “What are you talking about?” she quizzed. “Of course we want a blog: we put one up every night now.” “Yeah, I know,” I sighed disconsolately, “but no one is reading it anymore, so I don't know if it's worth it.” “Of course they read it,” she stated matter of factly, “it's just that everyone has forgotten how to post a reply. Maybe you need to write about Alvaro again: that always gets the Portuguese going, at least!” “I think he's had a bad enough day today,” I replied, “I'm not sure he needs anymore aggravation...” “So what are you going to write about,” she asked. “You must have a lot to talk about after today.” “I guess so,” I sighed as I thought about what happened over the day. “I could always write about Alastair's finger.” “Oh, that's a good one,” she squealed, wincing at the thought. “He hasn't stopped complaining about that all day.” “Well to be fair to him, it must have hurt: he was squatting down to get the shot of Pastor in the pits when the jack failed, dropping the car to the ground and smashing the jack into his finger.” “Ouch, it makes me wince just thinking about how big his finger was afterwards! It was so swollen!” “Yeah, but the weird thing is he was more upset that they crowded around Pastor and no one even said sorry to him. I guess photographers really are expendable.” “You better not let him hear you say that: he's already moaning enough.” “Okay, I'll be nice: it is his birthday tomorrow, after all...” “Maybe you could write something about Karun? About how he ran all the way down the pits to complain to iSport about Diego blocking him in qualifying.” “Heh, you were going to go over and say hello until I saw his eyes and stopped you. Luckily it was his old team and they knew how to handle him!” “Yeah. Oh, or you could put in how I texted him last night to remind him that he had to come to the signing session, and he said 'yes Mum' so I replied that he should clean his teeth and get to bed early because he had a big day today, and he said 'have you seen the grid, I'm starting from outside my house!'” “Well that's better than starting outside your house!” “That's what I said: he just laughed and said 'maybe if we were still racing in Magny Cours!'” “He's a cheeky one: after the signing Lucas di Grassi was doing his usual shop steward act, trying to convince Vitaly and Karun that they should all go to Charlie Whiting and ask to change the qualifying session because of the traffic. Karun kept going 'yeah, totally with you there', until we got out of the van: he just looked at me as Lucas wandered off and said 'yeah, that'll happen...'” “I don't know what else I could write about though: it's late, and we had to get up early this morning to beat the traffic.” “Oh, write something about Sergio: he was great today.” “He was, wasn't he? 25th on the grid to 4th at the flag, and maybe he would have been on the podium if he had another lap.” “That's because of me, actually: I told him this morning that I really wanted to see the old Asia Series Sergio back, and he just looked at me and quietly said 'me too': you know how shy he can be. And then after the race he came straight over, a huge smile on his face, and just blurted out 'I'm back!'” “Yeah: with the pace he had today he has to be on the podium if he gets a good start.” “Or a win: I could live with that, too!” “Or maybe I could write about Nelson's bet with Bruno Michel.” “What was that?” “Oh, the other week in Istanbul they were talking after the race and Nelson said 'Alberto was great this weekend: I reckon he'll win a race this year', and Bruno must have been in a bad mood or something, because he said 'no way'.” “Really?” “Yeah, and you know what Nelson is like: he immediately said 'he will definitely win this year, I bet you he will' and then Bruno couldn't back down so he said 'okay, I will bet you a dinner' and they shook on it.” “So I bet Nelson is happy now.” “Oh, certainly: Bruno was trying to say there was nowhere to eat around here, and Nelson just smirked and said 'I used to live in Oxford, I know exactly where we should go' and burst out laughing: apparently the place costs a fortune, and Bruno had to agree!” “So you see, you've got plenty to write about then.” “Yeah, maybe so: if only I could think of a way to put it all together.” “I'm sure you'll think of something. I'll go and get you a coffee while you think about it...”
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