Don't think I have ever been as pissed as I was on Sunday. Whole day (and night) sipping on a gallon of bourbon. I think the real loveable me might have emerged. A watered down F1 race in the country I love most in the whole world in front of the coolest fans ever? For some reason I can't fathom it reduced me to abject rage and unbridled loathing.
Anyway, well done Lewis.