I have to be honest. I’ve never really followed motorsport. The only time I did take a moderate interest was when I was 13. The kid I sat next to in most lessons at school was an F1 obsessive and wanted me to take an interest by following a driver.

So I choose some bloke called Alan Jones because his car was sponsored by Leyland Trucks, which was the local big employer and only a mile or so down the road. He won the 1980 F1 championship and I quit following the sport while I was ahead.

I have a problem with circuit racing. All that massive talent and extraordinary engineering poured into going round in circles, tackling the same corners year after year. 

I can quite see the glamour and the huge sense of occasion that follows the F1 soap opera, but I fail to see the point of doing the same thing over and over again.