>Today, I had the fortune of attending the Sauber Formula 1 Team’s annual family day. Totally exciting for me because I’m right into the F1 and a chance to get anywhere near F1 machinery and drivers is a big deal for me.

I took a bunch of photos and here are some I wanted to share with you.

As always, it begins and ends with the car:

Then the boss of the team talks about the highs and lows:

Then we introduce the drivers:

Jacques was looking very fit. I always knew he was short, but was really surprised by his upper body size. I guess you need to have strong neck and shoulder muscles for this game:

Felipe Massa also turned up. He was asked about what it was like to drive in Switzerland compared to the race track and he talked about sometimes travelling at 80 km/h and sometimes at 110 km/h. The man doing the interviewing said “but Felipe, the speed limits in Switzerland are 50, 80 and 120 km/h. When were you doing 110?” to which Massa replied “See there is always room to go faster.” Champagne Family Day banter!!!

JV’s manager, and the man credited (in some circles) with almost killing B.A.R, Craig Pollock was milling around at the back but nobody really noticed him.

and then the guys signed autographs (but only for Sauber Supporter Team Members).

We looked at one of the cars from another angle:

and then I hit the Badi with the family.

All in all, a great day was had by all.

The End

>Well, I don’t know whose hat I shat in? Yesterday’s post was an absolute triumph (IMHO) and I got two lousy comments! *doesn’t count his own comment as an ACTUAL comment*.

What’s up with that. The hit counter is going up (albeit sloooowwwly) so there a handful of people coming by, but not a fucking sausage in the comment box- makes the whole Photoshopping for fun and profit *not an actual program or book* thing seem kind of pointless. Not even a nasty letter from someone about ripping off the abc.com logo on the pic.

Anyway, I guess I’ll just go back to the drawing board and see what I can come up with next time – like there’s any point…

BTW, Andi, I have created a world map with clickable links for the W.A.T.E.S thing. Will send you a test URL when it’s on the web – perhaps you’ll have a comment about it. *acknowledges Andi’s and ms. mac‘s tireless commenting committment*

>Wow! As you know, Chateau mac is obsessed with all things Lost at the moment. Great show – thoroughly recommend that you all watch it (if you haven’t already).

In honour of this (and at the behest of someone special) I have done a looky-likey comparison of two well-known people.

The first is the actor who plays Hurley on Lost. I believe his name is Jorge Garcia.

The second is the popular and utterly fabulous online pundit ms. mac:

Now according to ms. mac*, she and Hugo are possessed of two charming characteristics. Namely, mad hair and fatness. It was totally hilarious when she said it!

I don’t think that this is necessarily true, but there are some similarities and in the spirit of blog related fun, I present a wallpaper for your desktop mimicking those available on the Lost website. Apologies for the quality issues.

What do you think? Were these two people born from the same mother at the same time i.e. are they long-lost twins? Only the fullness of time will reveal the truth.

*None of ms. mac’s feelings were hurt in this post as she said it herself. As always, I am totally in awe of her goddess-ness and beauty!

>A dear reader informed me of her problems viewing the fabulous awards that were given out yesterday in that frenzied triumph that was the 2005 Go-Crazy Awards for Oustanding Achievement in the Field of Excellence.

To counter this problem, here is a link to view the awards in all their glory. Hope it works! *hopes it works*

—End transmission—

>…the time is upon us to present the final award here at the 2005 Go-Crazy Awards, and it’s the big one. The award that will have them talking for weeks to come. You know what I’m talking about right?

This award is given in recognition of the recipients incredible and selfless devotion to progressing the cause of Hornbaggery* throughout Christendom. I can tell you, ladies and gentlemen that the winner was so far ahead of the other nominees that we are even considering naming it after her.

Admittedly, we haven’t yet, but there’s still time. So, without any further ado, I would like to present the “Go-Crazy Rack of the Month”TM award for services to bustiness, bootyliciousness and all-round bodaciousness, to my favourite all-time hornbag and foxymoron herself, ms. mac…

A big round of applause ladies and gentlemen. Never in the long history of the Go-Crazy Awards has there been a more deserving winner of this prestigious award. I for one am delighted to have the pleasure and privilege of presenting the award to such a worthy winner.

Bravo to ms. mac and to that utterly fabulous rack.

*Hornbaggery (noun): The act of being totally hot and sexy. A rare quality only found in exceptional circumstance.

>After the frenzy of the “Go-Crazy Hun(g)k of the Month”TM award ceremony, I thought that there wouldn’t be anything to top it.

Well, how wrong I was. You see, whilst I was beavering away here at the offices of Go-Crazy Enterprises, the boffins in the Media Centre have been creating new and exciting awards for all of us to aspire to.

The first of these new awards has been instituted to acknowledge the special achievements that some bloggers make in public service and as a tribute to their arresting personality and good looks.

Lady and gentleman, it gives me great pleasure in announcing that the winner of the first-ever “Go-Crazy Arrest of the Week”TM is the wonderful …..

Andi McNapp – she’s certainly captured the hearts of our judges.

It’s a fair cop guv’nor. I’ll come along quietly, although maybe I’ll struggle a bit (fnar fnar).

Don’t go away, the 2005 Go-Crazy Awards will be back after these short messages from our sponsors.

* That’s what you’ll hear from the drunken best man at every Aussie wedding, when he is about to begin the speeches. Also heard at footy presentation nights around the country.

>Or: Raising the bar in the shameless sucking-up stakes.

Oh my God!!! I have just been informed of a late breaking development here at the Go-Crazy Media Information Centre. The management has given me the pleasure, nay, honour of announcing the award of the inaugural “Go-Crazy Hun(g)k of the Month”TM

The award, which was created by order of Her Majesty, celebrates the spectacular efforts of one “special” individual every month, who is the embodiment of all things hun(g)ky and displays an inordinate amount of general all-round fabulousness.

So, without further ado, it gives me great pleasure to announce that the winner of the inaugural “Go-Crazy Hun(g)k of the Month”TM award is none other than the amazingly lovely, Mr. Jonathan from Whateva Sista!

*air kisses all round*
Mwwwaaahhh. Congratulations WS!. A thoroughly deserving recipient of this most prestigious of awards.

Ladies, and gentlemen, that’s all we have time for right now. Thanks for watching this paid telecast on behalf of Go-Crazy Enterprises. For the entire Go-Crazy team, this is mr. mac wishing you a wonderful and prosperous New Year.

As to the future and what’s next? Stay tuned…

(C) Go-Crazy Enterprises 2005

>I came across this pic the other day (not literally, obviously) and decided that it deserved to be blogged, but then on the advice of someone who shall remain nameless, I held it back, in case the person in the pic was actually known to us. (Bear in mind that anyone who was actually in this pic would not be someone I would want to know all that well – unless I already know you, in which case you and the photo are fabulous!).

The upshot of waiting, was that the cat was “let out of the bag” by someone else in the Bloggies and now I’m spewing!

So, in the spirit of fun, we were going to have another caption comp. It was all for charity and the winner would have gotten a bag of world-famous Choc Locos to donate to Live 8 or to eat whilst waiting in line to buy the DVD of the concert or something….but now, we’re not having one. The fun has been ruined for everyone and I am in the huff – BIG TIME**.

I also realise that this totally contradicts my tagline “Now with 78.8% less cats” and for that I apologise. I for one, hate cats *waits for barrage of abuse from cat-lovers* and wouldn’t normally feature them on my blog, but this one has a pic of something near and dear to the hearts of at least one of the Bloggies committee members (teehee ‘member’) so that is my rationale for posting the pic.

Next post will be 100% less cats – promise!

*see here for an explanation of the rules.
**petulance added for comedic effect.

Disclaimer:
If this was your pic and you didn’t feel happy about it’s display on the internets, you probably should have thought about that before you took it!

>In a previous post (the one directly below, I believe), the bodacious and bootylicious ms. mac asked me a question about sonic booms. The question was quite a good one and certainly not the silliest thing she’s ever asked me. However, the route that we took to get to that question was a little bit…silly, shall we say?

1. Picture it! Zürich, 2005. A beautiful young peasant girl and her ruggedly handsome husband are travelling to the airport in their horse-drawn, vintage Mercedes.

ms. mac: I wonder how long it will take to get to Paris.
mr. mac: Only about an hour, probably less, I’d think.
ms. mac: Cool! Is that because of how fast the plane will be going? Do you think we’ll break the sound barrier? Will there be a sonic boom?*
mr. mac: *Laughs indulgently in that superior manner employed by all husbands when asked “technical ” questions by their wives* No m’dear, it’s because of how close it is! You will be nowhere near the sound barrier.
ms. mac: Oh ok – that’s a shame. So, what causes a sonic boom then?

and….scene!

2. Yesterday, whilst talking very articulately about the lack of progress that the governments of the world have made in combatting poverty, we somehow got onto the talk of numbers. ms. mac made a very forthright statement about the billions, nay trillions of dollarpounds that could be spent to end poverty (and quite rightly too). Then, in a totally endearing but still quite silly way asked the question: “Trillions are more than billions, right?” Yes baby, they are, and gajillions are more than trillions.

I ask you, what’s not to love about this woman?

*small amount of embellishment included for comedic effect

>ms. mac asked me a question on the way to the airport yesterday morning:
“What causes a sonic boom?” and she also posed the supplementary question: “Can a pilot hear the sonic boom that his aircraft creates?”

I’ll answer the first question first (which seems logical):

When an aircraft travels through air, it leaves a wake behind it just like a speedboat does as it travels across a lake. Of course, the wake is a three-dimensional cone rather that a two-dimensional vee.

Now, remember the last time you were at the lake and those arseholes were cruising up and down the lake whilst you were trying to relax in the middle? Do you remember the sound as the waves from the boat’s wake crashed onto the shore? As the plane flies along, it drags the cone of pressure waves along behind it like a skirt. As the waves of air crash into the surface of the land below and behind the aircraft, we hear a sound like an explosion. The sound of the turbulent waves of air “smash” into the ground is the sonic boom.

In answer to the second question, the pilot doesn’t hear the sound because he is travelling faster than the sound waves so they cannot reach him.

In other news:

The Grumpi was an exceedingly long day and all of us left here at chateau mac are exhausted. The Feuerball team from Ewan’s class didn’t have the best of finshes and football was clearly the winner in that case. The Patrick Stars posted an exceptional 5th (out of 5) so again football was the winner.

However, the Crazy Cows team were absolutley storming and managed to come a very creditable 3rd. Yours truly blasted home a pair of exceptional goals that ms. mac failed to see, owing to her Paris based absence.

I am nbow paralysed and will be forced to drag myself around the house on a skateboard a la Eddie Murphy in Trading Places till the muscles repair and the broken bones knit.

God I feel old!!!