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1 autograph = €10
Special "crisis" discount: 2 autographs = €7,99
Wednesday, 29 April 2009
Monday, 27 April 2009
Brush Up Your Polish (Pain in Bahrain)
While some Formula 1 drivers left Bahrain dehydrated, others appeared to have a badly burnt left buttock and one case of damaged hips was reported, BMW chief (Super) Mario T. had to use earplugs during the weekend. Our source in the paddock approached Mario and this is what he had to say.
"Well, yeah, you know," Mario revealed, "I've been chatting to Robo (Robert Kubica) on the team radio and he suddenly started screaming something in some weird language that turned out to be his native Polish language. He was screaming like mad all the way through the race and I did not understand a word, sometimes it even drowned out the sound of F1 cars passing on the main straight and I think it damaged my hearing. Then we used our supercomputer to translate his radio communications to the pits and now we're pretty confident they were the worst possible Polish swear-words. Unfortunately our dear Albert 2 (the aforementioned supercomputer) didn't survive this task because Robo called him (censored)."
We managed to get hold of this translation.
"My car is (censored) and you all (censored), why don't you (censored)? This team (censored), I will (censored) Ferrari or maybe (censored). And (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored) (censored)!"
Thursday, 23 April 2009
Symphony in Orange
Symphony in Orange
(Poem by the Blue Orange Lion (himself))
R29 across the track
Crawls like an orange butterfly,
And, here & there, a marshal-by
Shows like a little restless mec*.
Big bosses full of tungsten hay
Are moved against the Grizzly Dwarf,
And, like a silver silken scarf,
The thick Haug sings along the way.
Photographers begin to fade
And flutter from the paddock palmes,
And at my feet the pale green James**
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
Note: mec* (fr.) = guy.
Note: James** = James Allen
(Poem by the Blue Orange Lion (himself))
R29 across the track
Crawls like an orange butterfly,
And, here & there, a marshal-by
Shows like a little restless mec*.
Big bosses full of tungsten hay
Are moved against the Grizzly Dwarf,
And, like a silver silken scarf,
The thick Haug sings along the way.
Photographers begin to fade
And flutter from the paddock palmes,
And at my feet the pale green James**
Lies like a rod of rippled jade.
Note: mec* (fr.) = guy.
Note: James** = James Allen
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Dog News: Jensonwocky
Jensonwocky(poem by the Dog of the Blue Orange Lion)
`Twas brillig, and the slithy Brawns
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
Ferraris were the borogoves,
And the mome Maccas outgrabe.
"Beware the Jensonwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Rossjub bird and shun
The frumious Rubensnatch!"
He took his vorpal wheel in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought -
So rested he by the Renault tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jensonwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling the tulgey grid,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The engine noise went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
"And hast thou slain the Jensonwock?
Come to my arms, my Spanish boy!
O frabious day! Callooh! Callay!"
Flav chortled in his joy.
`Twas brillig, and the slithy Brawns
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
Ferraris were the borogoves,
And the mome Maccas outgrabe.
Sunday, 19 April 2009
Saturday, 18 April 2009
Thursday, 16 April 2009
That's my Finn!
Q. Mark, so far there seems to have been a lot of promise if not the result. What are your feelings about the first couple of races?
Mark WEBBER: I agree with that. We had a pretty good run in Melbourne until the first corner. I think Heikki hit Rubens. I haven't spoken to Heikki about that yet but Rubens and I said we are going to bash him up later on. Yeah, that happens.
HK: You guys brake so early for the first corner. Next time I will run over you even more.
Mark WEBBER: I agree with that. We had a pretty good run in Melbourne until the first corner. I think Heikki hit Rubens. I haven't spoken to Heikki about that yet but Rubens and I said we are going to bash him up later on. Yeah, that happens.
HK: You guys brake so early for the first corner. Next time I will run over you even more.
Friday, 10 April 2009
Saturday, 4 April 2009
Dog News: Fat Old ex-F1 Drivers
Fat Old ex-F1 Drivers
(poem by the Dog of the Blue Orange Lion)
In F1 paddocks all across the globe
As grid girls carry on their busts
You'll see some weird lonely creatures
Deformed unfinished in disgust
As grid girls carry on their busts
You'll see some weird lonely creatures
Deformed unfinished in disgust
These monsters once were F1 drivers
And used to win a race or two
Alas their glory days are over
And they have nothing left to do
And used to win a race or two
Alas their glory days are over
And they have nothing left to do
You once were used to taking laurels
Piquets or Laudas or Prosts
Exibiting their rotund bellies
They look and sound and walk so gross
Piquets or Laudas or Prosts
Exibiting their rotund bellies
They look and sound and walk so gross
Approached sometimes by fatuous Ebel
You cough into his microphone
With hoarse hopeless dying voice
Which paralises even drones
You cough into his microphone
With hoarse hopeless dying voice
Which paralises even drones
And as I watch my stupid telly
With can of Red Bull in my hand
I slap me on my gorgeous belly
And wish you were in distant land
With can of Red Bull in my hand
I slap me on my gorgeous belly
And wish you were in distant land
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