Canadian Graffiti

To Mississauga last night in a '56 Chevy Coupe (the same car that was used for my wedding) for the wednesday night car and motorcycle cruise in the parking lot of a supermarket. The usual plethora of Chevrolets including Corvettes but some really rare cars including an early sixties Studebaker convertible. A V8 Chevy-powered motorbike called The Beast was the star among the bikers. Everybody was heading home around nine o'clock - a great way to drink in North American car culture.

Windbags versus windfarm

The Guardian brings news of the cancellation of a UK windfarm project - the boffins at the MOD just don't like it. Apparently fighter jets can't cope with propellers. I'm glad I didn't have to attend those meetings - anyway the German windfarm company has walked away.

Roaming about

I've been in Europe for a couple of months to make a TV film - I took a Smart car to Le Mans to see what the petrolheads get up to on their trip to France.
I enjoyed scooting round Sussex and Kent in the Smart. I also fitted in further trips to the Bluebell Railway and the Kent & East Sussex Railway.
I watched the British Grand Prix early morning here on Speed Channel in Canada - a soggy procession with a predictable outcome. I then boarded an air conditioned double-deck train which dropped me off in downtown Toronto next to my grandstand seat for the Molson Indy. Brilliant sunshine and reasonable prices - a three-day ticket for less than £40 - and great close racing on the streets. It'll take more than Bernie blowing a gasket to sort out Silverstone - goodbye rip-off Britain.