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i watched the formula 1 today. bahrain something or another. absurd. the two youthful english bbc commentators, both with large mouths and wearing clashing pink shirts, 'we didn't plan it, if we'd have known we surely would have planned differently,' the other commentator, older, in blue, who struggled for airtime. odd, but not really. robert plant shirking an interview on the grid. eric clapton saying hes the biggest fan of formula 1, also on the grid. the crown prince high fiving all around. everyone approaching him casually. the way the bbc would change the lap indicator, the laps done/laps total thing, before the leader crossed the line. the way the pit crews don't forget to put bolts on and as a consequence, wheels stay on. i realise now that all (or enough) that matters in formula 1 happens behind closed doors, the race is a forgone conclusion, a technicality, shorther than you might think it to last too.






meiburg