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Yesterday I was being asked questions for a press release which you will probably have already read by the time this witty piece of prose makes its way to one of the many social networking sites I use to increase my internet presence. I was told by a certain member of a famous P.r company, who I taught to write press releases in the first place, that I am not very media friendly! Me of all people! Can you believe that?!

Well, since friendly isn’t my thing, you best bloody brace yourself.
When everyone else saw Lewis Hamilton drive to his first world championship glory in Formula One, I saw an over hyped amateur drive like a complete twat and win a world championship by what I hope was luck but what I strongly suspect was cheating. To start with, you would have to be naive beyond comprehension to believe that the Ferrari team qualified so low on fuel that the race was in the bag. Still that’s what Lewis believed. I am all for confident drivers but the way the English press builds up our guys is ludicrous. And eventually the drivers believe their own hype. It happened to Jenson and I think it will happen to Hamilton. There is a million and one factors that make a car win a race and the driver is simply one of them. We have already seen Hamilton try to drive on slicks when the race is wet and crash. De-laminate a tyre because he knew better than the pit crew and crash. So here he is again, with no pace in the car and it seems no hurry to try and put some pace in it despite the Ferraris galloping away in the distance. Now, lets analyse the Vettel pass. Hamilton, suddenly realises with two laps of the race to go, that he needs to put his foot down, but it is too late then. Instead of getting on the defensive he panics, out brakes himself and let Vettel through! So then, and it’s only a hypothesis, big Ron runs down to the Toyota garage and says “£2mill if you back Glock up and heed the place to Hamilton!”

Of course I could be wrong. But that’s what it looked like to me.

On Bonfire night I will be back on parade with the South Street Bonfire Society in Lewes. Do come along if you’re local. And bring some drink, the girls and I always run out.

Evo Magazine. Got a very excited text saying that I was in this months edition of Evo Magazine. Odd, I thought. I don’t usually have any dealings with them. Anyway, Melissa came in with the offending issue. In it there was an article about a Gumbert at the Brighton Speed trials. Attached was a photo of Jim Tillers Allard and I was standing next to it! I don’t think that really constitutes “being in Evo” but I suppose, in literal terms, I was. I would like to apologise to my sponsors for not wearing their branded clothing on that day. It will not happen again.

All the websites will be having a chop and change soon. And anyone who wishes to attend CAMSO V8 race school over winter should contact me post haste.

Love you lots,

And don’t take the Hamilton thing to heart, I am sure he is very good really.

Kel

Since some of you have asked how we got in to this mess, i shall try to explain.

Once upon a time, in a village, a man appeared and announced to the villagers that he would buy monkeys for £10 each. The villagers seeing that there were many monkeys around, went out to the forest, and started catching them.

The man bought thousands at £10 and as supply started to diminish, the villagers stopped their effort. He further announced that he would now buy at £20. This renewed the efforts of the villagers and they started catching monkeys again.

Soon the supply diminished even further and people started going back to their farms. The offer increased to £25 each and the supply of monkeys became so little that it was an effort to even see a monkey, let alone catch it!

The man now announced that he would buy monkeys at £50 ! However, since he had to go to the city on some business, his assistant would now buy on behalf of him.

In the absence of the man, the assistant told the villagers. "Look at all these monkeys in the big cage that the man has collected. I will sell them to you at £35 and when the man returns from the city, you can sell them to him for £50 each."

The villagers rounded up with all their savings and bought all the monkeys.

Then they never saw the man nor his assistant again, only monkeys everywhere!

Now you have a better understanding of how the stock market works.

I hope this clears that up.