20 year old F1 blogger Lynsey is dead and gone! Only, you know, not dead. At the wise old age of 24 I return to you with a refreshed look on the wonderful, glorious, addictive, heartbreaking, inspiring, thrilling, technical, tactical world of F1. My oh my how it has changed.
Please note. This first new blog will consist of verbal-diarrhea as I get used to my sea legs again.
Firstly my scathing review of a certain Mr Schumi I have flip-flopped about since writing. He retired, Fernando flourished, I rejoiced. However last year following Felipe Massa getting an unnecessary extreme close-up of the inner workings of the car in front I could not have wished for his return more. So badly did I want to see him swoop back in with some kind of majestic cape previously reserved for David Coulthards Red Bull podiums. So enthusiastically did I want him to trounce the competition and show everyone how a seven-times World Champion 'works it'. Some issue with his giant skilled neck caused him to decline. Boo. He decided to come back even if it wasn't to Ferrari... Michael, that was a mistake. My 'yeah! Schumacher!' outwardness has turned to me feeling like the only person to attempt to start a slow-clap... I'm clapping, everyone is looking at me in disdain, and I feel like a twat. To put it in text speak, 'retyr agen plz'.
In other news, I'm hoping that the person to whom I said 'If Jenson Button ever wins a championship I will actually eat a live goat' has forgotten and moved on with their life. I'm sorry but who saw that happening?! No offence to the chap, he and James Corden seem to have started up some kind of 'hey, F1 can haz comedy now plz?' thing, but he went for how many races without a win? The BAR Honda wasn't THAT bad, yet I'm sure on a few occassions he scratched his nose and flew into a barrier before announcing 'yeah, bad understeer'. Meh. I'll forgive him maybe because he's got a personality. Kind of. But I hate him. Although I don't. I follow him on twitter. Maybe I'll fling him a tweet to apologise for never believing in him.... but I can take the goat eating bet on not getting a reply :D (I secretly love you)
And now some sentences to sum up my feelings.
Zsolt Baumgartner never came back. Why? Why Zsolt? You were crap but I loved you so dearly. I always had hope. You let me down.
My beloved Fernando. Why so moody all the time? Cheer up love. My undying love is flirting with Mark Webber right now.
Max M, who's a naughty boy! YOU are!
Jake Humphries, yes. Continue.
I assume my next offering will have more of a point. We can only hope. Until then...
LK
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