One year on.

This weekends Belgium GP marks my first birthday as a blogger.
Last year the race itself was a little dull but the atmosphere at the track certainly made up for it. After watching the event for years on T.V. I can safely say that in order to fully appreciate the challenge of Spa you have to be there for a race weekend. The coverage provided by ITV will undoubtedly be good with Martin "I'm better than every driver ever, despite not winning any races" Brundle and James "I'm rather annoying" Allen doing an admirable job conveying the on-track action; but as someone who has tasted the Ardenne air and had my ear drums pierced by the scream of an F1 engine blasting through Eau Rouge I will be sad all weekend for not being there.

I haven't been to a GP this year and I'm starting to get withdrawal symptoms.
Anyway, after a year of blogging my fan base is increasing all the time. Just the other day I had a gaggle of girls waiting outside my house in the hope of catching a glimpse of their literary idol. Their constant screaming kept the baby awake last night and iff it happens again I'm going to soak them with the hosepipe.

The paparazzi waiting outside my house are starting to get annoying. I had to get my bodyguards to push them out of the way so that I had a clear path to the limo that takes me to work everyday. Any day now I'm going to get a proposal from ITV to do a reality T.V. show. It'll be called "One day with the Genius" and will consist of showing people around my crib, dazzling them with my Fiat Punto, and making them really jealous by showing them just how fast my broadband connection is.

It's gonna be huge!