The other week I saw a journalist do something, and as a result I asked myself a question that I thought could be included in a future column. So I quickly jotted it down in the ‘columns’ notepad on my phone, and this is what it says:

‘It’s said that a person’s nose keeps growing as they get older. Is this true, or does it just become more accommodating to the finger some people insist on pushing into it?’

Anyway, it turns out there is no easy column outlet for this question. And it’s the end of the year, and I like to start the new year with a fresh, clean-ish notebook, so all of those ideas in my notepad that haven’t found a home, and aren’t likely to stretch to the 570 words or thereabouts of this column, will be expunged here.

My only problem with this is that I promised I’d never write a ‘listicle’ and this is worryingly close to one. Apologies in advance.

For example: ‘Finance killed the scene’, it says here. Actually, that’s probably not a bad column, but I can’t remember where I saw it written first so it’s likely somebody else’s idea. And it’s self-explanatory anyway: people don’t modify old spudders so much these days because they can have a new Audi for £200 a month.

At some point it occurred to me that Noble was way ahead of the game. When the Noble M600 appeared, its 650bhp power output seemed ludicrous and its twin-turbo V8 really boosty. Which is actually downsizing and blowing like all the supercar makers are doing these days.

Bathurst 1000

This year I’ve been excited about things. Like ‘gravity biking!’, or ‘immersion versus realism!’, though I can’t even remember what they’re about – I think the latter involved simulators. And I’ve been miffed about motorsport. During this year’s Bathurst 1000 in the Australian Supercars championship, a driver backed-up the pack behind him under a safety car so his team-mate could pit and retain the track position that ultimately won him the race. The team was Penske, who have billions, and I thought the penalty, a small fine and team points, was paltry. It’s the sort of thing that turns people off the sport.