We all felt how violently that hour lurched forward, right? We all heard the big ‘fuck you and fuck your sleep’ in the sixty seconds between 00:59 and 02:00, right?
Daylight Savings, the horrible spoon of thick medicine we all needed, the forceful push into British Summertime as we had an hour thieved from us. The quintessential sign that summer is just around the corner, regardless of the fact that it’s horrible and grey outside, that we were plagued with torrential rain just the other day.
Today I woke up to the sun shining through my window, ate way too much brunch way too late, and sank into the sofa for an incredibly tense, nail-biting race. The first race of the 2021 Formula 1 season: the Bahrain GP. I saw Nikita Mazepin spin out on his first ever F1 lap, I watched Verstappen relentlessly fight like the charging bull he is, failing to snap first place back from the king himself, all whilst being gifted with little fiery battles between some of my favourite drivers. It was a great end to a horrible week, taking it from an almost-2 to a strong 9. There is a special place in my heart for Formula 1; I’ve always known I love the sport in the decade-plus that I’ve followed it, but I really sat there, after the first race of the season, and thought about how it feels like a void has been filled. Is that sad? It’s quite sad, isn’t it?
Brace yourselves, because you’re about to see a whole lot of photos from one of the best days ever.
As soon as I found out the event was going to take place on Wednesday, I cleared my schedule straight away (which consisted solely of getting hours of beauty sleep before graduation on Thursday) and got there for 12. I had some questions like: you’re graduating tomorrow, wyd???? True, I wasn’t prepared at all. But f1 comes first even if it means graduating with a spotty face and dark circles.
Lucky I did get there early, too. The crowds were minimal and I ended up getting a very, very good view of the ‘track’. A few hours later and it was swarming.
Unfortunately, having a good view of the track meant I wasn’t close enough to see Nico (my favourite ever) close up on stage… or anyone else for that matter. But I saw them walk past on the road, and I could still see them on stage, so it’s alright. We had to pick: road or stage. I picked the road, because I went to see them drive more than I went to watch them talk. Obviously. (I admit, I was a little upset and not seeing Bastille close up.)
I’d still pick the smell of those cars any day. High octane fuel. Burning rubber. Mmm. Get in my lungs.
Anyway, after a long day, and going back to see the cars after the show, some pushing and shoving from people who were clearly not F1 fans, I got home late enough to frantically worry because I remembered GRADUATION!!! I had an amazing post-f1 glow, which was perfect for the high definition photos I’d be featured in on Thursday. Highlighting my ugly.
In other news, without discussing the absolutely mAD race today at Silverstone, who’s excited for Williams next month??? Because I am. I’m going to watch it alone. Twice. Or maybe thrice.
Notice how I didn’t talk about Lewis Hamilton because I didn’t want to see him anyway. I literally went for everyone else. I’ll talk about him later.