Friday, August 03, 2007

Reviewing a Porsche & covering the Monaco Grand Prix

Next week I’m driving to Stuttgart in Germany where I’ll be collecting a Porsche Boxster. From there I continue onto Lugano in Switzerland and then on to Monaco, where I’m covering the Monaco Grand Prix. It is one of the most outlandish, gaudy, politically incorrect, un-green and boorish settings on the calendar and apparently it's marvelous.

But I’m having a hard time getting excited about it. The trip there will be awesome – the scenery is spectacular but Monaco, Monaco - where aristocrats play the roulette tables, tax dodging millionaires throwing over-the-top parties on their super-yacht, newly lipo’d and botoxed super-models mooching around. I don’t know if I can cope with such pretentiousness. Then there’s all the testosterone in the pits with the self obsessed racing drivers.

Why is this still happening, Grand Prix’s I mean, in this day and age. I can think of a few African countries whose GDP is but a fraction of what one Grand Prix rakes in.

But I’m shooting my mouth off. I may still eat my words.

I have a job to do and God, it’s an awesome job. It does have it’s down sides though – like living in a $10,000 hotel room and walking around in the race pits and being seen (with a 70kg camera bag strapped to my back), trying to look impressed with the world in general and drinking Dom Pérignon.

I need a camera assistant – anyone offers?

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