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» Winning
Vrrooooooooooooooommm
Back in 1995 when I was a poor poor student, eeking out food supplies to last the month, I would on a weekly basis spaff about £3 on Autosport magazine.
£3 that could have been spent on lavish treats like bread or, on a good week, cheese!
Autosport ran a fantasy F1 team type competition, the usual things you'd expect - keep to a budget, choose a car/engine/driver combo, and reap the rewards after each race. At the end of the season, the winning punter was to be spirited away to the Australian Grand Prix.
My passport was never in any danger of being needed.
In short, I was spectacularly rubbish, having chosen my team whilst off my tits on whisky.
I'll be honest, after the first 4 races of the season my spirits had been dampened and I even stopped buying my favourite racing-based mag.
It was quite a surprise then to receive a phone call from said magazine which I answered whilst balls-deep into the then girlfriend. My yelps of joy mere seconds later weren't related to my physical situation but were down to the wonderful news that I'd only gone and bloody won the 14th round of the season at the Nurburgring!
Praise be to Eddie Jordan as his cars came good that day and netted me a fucking massive Scalextric set (the cause of the whooping joy), a suitcase full of Savanne clothing (they sponsored the boy Coulthard at the time), a magnum of Moet, a subscription to Autosport (meaning I was cheese happy for a year) and best of all, the headline in the magazine the next week saying that I had "Stormed The 'Ring". Remarkable forsight from the headline writers at Autosport considering what I was up to when I got the phone call.
They called back a week later to say that David Coulthard was doing an appearance at Jenners (a bit like John Lewis but just the one shop) in Edinburgh and Savanne would like me to go down and collect my prize in person. It wasn't the most eventful day really, only two things stand out.
1 - DC is a good bloke all told, quite jolly and when looking at the reprobates lined up to see him muttered "Jesus wept"
2 - A suitcase of Savanne togs is fucking heavy and a pain in the arse to lug about on a busy train with no luggage racks left.
I still have a copy of the magazine kicking about somewhere, mostly for the comedy headline I won't lie.
(Ninja spelling edit (x3), also it was £1.95 a week, not £3 odd)
(Added pictorial evidence in the replies)
(Fri 29th Apr 2011, 22:23, More)
Vrrooooooooooooooommm
Back in 1995 when I was a poor poor student, eeking out food supplies to last the month, I would on a weekly basis spaff about £3 on Autosport magazine.
£3 that could have been spent on lavish treats like bread or, on a good week, cheese!
Autosport ran a fantasy F1 team type competition, the usual things you'd expect - keep to a budget, choose a car/engine/driver combo, and reap the rewards after each race. At the end of the season, the winning punter was to be spirited away to the Australian Grand Prix.
My passport was never in any danger of being needed.
In short, I was spectacularly rubbish, having chosen my team whilst off my tits on whisky.
I'll be honest, after the first 4 races of the season my spirits had been dampened and I even stopped buying my favourite racing-based mag.
It was quite a surprise then to receive a phone call from said magazine which I answered whilst balls-deep into the then girlfriend. My yelps of joy mere seconds later weren't related to my physical situation but were down to the wonderful news that I'd only gone and bloody won the 14th round of the season at the Nurburgring!
Praise be to Eddie Jordan as his cars came good that day and netted me a fucking massive Scalextric set (the cause of the whooping joy), a suitcase full of Savanne clothing (they sponsored the boy Coulthard at the time), a magnum of Moet, a subscription to Autosport (meaning I was cheese happy for a year) and best of all, the headline in the magazine the next week saying that I had "Stormed The 'Ring". Remarkable forsight from the headline writers at Autosport considering what I was up to when I got the phone call.
They called back a week later to say that David Coulthard was doing an appearance at Jenners (a bit like John Lewis but just the one shop) in Edinburgh and Savanne would like me to go down and collect my prize in person. It wasn't the most eventful day really, only two things stand out.
1 - DC is a good bloke all told, quite jolly and when looking at the reprobates lined up to see him muttered "Jesus wept"
2 - A suitcase of Savanne togs is fucking heavy and a pain in the arse to lug about on a busy train with no luggage racks left.
I still have a copy of the magazine kicking about somewhere, mostly for the comedy headline I won't lie.
(Ninja spelling edit (x3), also it was £1.95 a week, not £3 odd)
(Added pictorial evidence in the replies)
(Fri 29th Apr 2011, 22:23, More)
» B3ta Villain of the Year 2010
Bill McLaren
For calling me a tit and 'accidentally' standing on my foot, but mostly for being inconsiderate enough to die back in January.
Not that I was a rugby fan or anything, but he was so vocally enthusiastic, knowledgeable & passionate about something that it could grip most viewers.
Not like these twats of late that seem to think that raising their voice when they think something exciting is about to happen constitutes valid & engaging commentary.
(Sat 25th Dec 2010, 20:22, More)
Bill McLaren
For calling me a tit and 'accidentally' standing on my foot, but mostly for being inconsiderate enough to die back in January.
Not that I was a rugby fan or anything, but he was so vocally enthusiastic, knowledgeable & passionate about something that it could grip most viewers.
Not like these twats of late that seem to think that raising their voice when they think something exciting is about to happen constitutes valid & engaging commentary.
(Sat 25th Dec 2010, 20:22, More)