Former F1 driver Martin Brundle is much loved for his pre-race grid walk on British TV but in Hungary, he was like a distracted father trying to work while looking after his little kid who was running amok in between the cars.
On Sunday in Silverstone there was a feeling that we weren’t just saying farewell or maybe au revoir to the Home of British Motorsport, but to Formula One as we’ve known it for the past 30 years.
With Ferrari, McLaren and Red Bull looking deadly serious about starting a breakaway series, Joe Montego wonders if the FIA haven't scored an own goal.
After a night playing The Bulletin drinking game (aka, Hide The Vodka) with Messrs Hynes and Youson, Joe Montego is unable to write his regular blog. So...
There’s a first time for everything and there’s so little going on of any note this weekend in Turkey, that I might have to resort to writing about F1.
At the risk of stating the obvious, I never actually studied to become a journalist. It was more a case of waking up one day and thinking I always wanted to be a writer and now I is one.
It had to happen one day: there’s a contract out on me here in Monaco. Those of you who used to read the F1 Red Bulletin at the race track or online might remember the acid pen of Helen Paradyce.
I’d saved this file on my computer under the title of “blog Thursday” and therein lies the problem: it’s now Friday morning and somehow Missing Monaco Thursday Night Syndrome has struck again.
So much for all the talk of waiting until the Spanish Grand Prix for the big fish to catch up with the minnows, as the Brawns and Red Bulls continued to pull away from the field in Barcelona.
Forgive the short sentences. I’m in Spain, but my writing style is nothing to do with Hemingway. It’s just that I have to stay near a toilet at all times.
For a team member, winning a grand prix means a lot of things: happiness, kudos, an easier life, bonus money and, almost inevitably, a hangover the morning after the race.
As the anthems ring out around the Shanghai International Circuit to mark Red Bull's one-two, Joe Montego realises someone has made a big mistake, and it won't be the last time either.
Whenever he gets off a plane, F1 hack Joe Montego is usually met with arguments, wild accusations and recriminations but most of the time they’re from Mrs Montego, not the F1 teams…
With their 70s-style uniforms, and 70s-style budget, Brawn GP have got Joe Montego fondly remembering the days of disco – when he really should be watching the road…
Never a man to shy away from rumour, intrigue and innuendo, seasoned F1 journalist Joe Montego wonders if Honda Racing’s latest suitor is quite what he seems...