I’m not yet quite at the point where I wake in the middle of the night screaming that I’m being chased down a motorway by a JCB skip whose driver is shouting “BritIsh Grand Prix” and “Ecclestone” in the same breath, but I’m sure some people within the F1 community are already having palpitations at the very thought of it.
Yes, you’ve guessed. The F1 corporate juggernaut, having laid waste to Donington Park’s admittedly fanciful – some would say lunatic – idea to raise £135m to try and save their 17-year contract to run the British GP, is now lumbering south down the M1 towards the A43 junction.
You or I might have thought that the British Racing Drivers’ Club, the owners of Silverstone, now hold all the cards in this high stakes game of poker. But that’s not the way Bernie sees the privilege of staging a race which has already laid waste to both Donington’s existing circuit and bank balance.