I’d love to urinate over thug who wees in pub sinks but I’m too busy trying to save my boozer from Govt’s tax hammering
LEWIS TRACK PUZZLE
IT’S important to everyone in Formula One that Ferrari does well because all the other teams are businesses, and Ferrari is more than that. It’s the heart and it’s the soul.
It was crucial then that the team’s new boy, Lewis Hamilton, came out of the traps like he’d been fired from a gun. And how good would that be if it happened in China, in front of a crowd that thinks he’s a god.
And blow me down, it did. For the sprint race in Shanghai last weekend, the elder statesman took pole position and then cruised away from the pack to win the race as well.
What’s interesting, and troubling, is that a few hours later, having created headlines around the world, Lewis could only qualify for the main event in fifth.
And in the race itself, he was so slow he let his team mate overtake.
And then he was disqualified.
How is that possible? I can understand that a car might be quick at one track and the following weekend, at a different track, be useless.
But to go from hero to zero at the same track? On the same day? It makes no sense.
GOOD TIMES
GYM and yoga enthusiasts are forever explaining that by keeping fit, they will have longer lives.
But new research has suggested that they won’t. It’ll just feel that way.
Boffins have worked out that when you are exercising and concentrating on the pain and strains this causes, you focus less on your internal clock, so time does apparently slow down.
That’s why an hour on a running machine feels like 200 years.
I wonder if this works the other way round. So when you’re in the pub, with your mates, having a few pints and a laugh, time speeds up.
Certainly that would explain the expression “time flies when you’re having fun”.
In which case, drink does not shorten your life. It just feels that way.