I don't know if anyone knows, but I'm a big fan of Michael Schumacher. Not like a freaky stalker person, but I own a couple of books, a few F1 videos and a cap. Actually, I don't own a cap. Well I do, but not an MS one. But I digress.
In case you didn't know, MS basically lost his final ever (he's retiring) F1 Championship yesterday when his engine blew up and his rival finished first.
I was gutted.
And this got me to thinking; isn't it strange how we (i.e. society) transfer our hopes and dreams to another individual. People we've never met. People who don't know we exist.
Yesterday, my happiness/sadness relied on a very rich german man who wouldn't p!ss on me if I was on fire.
I've therefore decided in future to exclusively base my quality of life on things nearer to home:
So, later on today, rather than getting caught up in the latest Big Brother/Pop Idol/Love Island, I'm planning to have a quick one off the wrist. I'm nervous, maybe it won't go well, maybe I'll fail. But if it does work out, I'll be a very happy man. And I've contacted ITV to see if they want to televise it.
1 comment:
Yep, the very concept of watching cars go round a track thirty times inspires me to a bit of Idle Worship too.
Nice post though!
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