MONDAY - How will the powers that be improve Formula 1? They won’t, is the short answer.
The single most depressing moment in the BBC’s coverage of the recent Canadian GP was the exchange between commentator Eddie Jordan and Red Bull boss Christian Horner when the latter gave notice that new regs aimed at curing some of today’s ills won’t land until 2017.
Were it not the kind of gaffe he’s so adept at sidestepping, Horner might as well have promised that today’s patchwork of imbalances and flaws would be maintained right through this season and next, which is a dire prospect.
Years ago I knew a successful F1 engine designer, long since departed for greener pastures, who went to sleep every night imagining himself as a fuel-air molecule flowing through the latest engine, as a way of devising improvements.
It strikes me that the same kind of boundary-free thinking is needed right across F1 – but the only bloke with attractive ideas is former FIA president Max Mosley, who departed the scene five years ago and isn’t coming back. His successor, Jean Todt, doesn’t even see a problem.
TUESDAY - I’ve been itching to get my hands on the new Vauxhall Viva, latest of the appealing crop of sub-B-segment triples populating our market. The original 1963 Viva HA had steering to die for, even if it was as raucous and gutless as all small cars back then.
Drove the latest £7995 Viva SE 1.0 home last night and found it comfortable, refined and pleasingly quiet over suburban bumps. Add air-con and DAB to this spectacularly priced baby five-door (and lose the £545 metallic paint) and I reckon I could do every mile of my annual motoring in a car like this.