Clearly the gods of Formula 1 have access to my computer, because this column was supposed to be something quite different.
I had a clever idea and told my editor how I intended to deliver on it. See, I recently returned from watching the motorcycle racing on the Isle of Man, the best spectator sporting event I've attended. On the back of the Monaco GP (sponsored by the insomnia assistance industry), I anticipated writing a witty column about the Canadian GP along the following lines: I would tell the story of the Isle of Man 2024, with its 37-mile road course and sense of utter bewilderment you feel as a bike wheelies past a school at 170 mph. I would fawn over the TT and tell F1 fans what they were missing. The last line of the column would be the only one with any F1 content. "And there was a Formula 1 race in Canada, which Max Verstappen won."
