Jenson Button - My Fake Diary

Sunday, 23 August 2009

Dear Dairy,

What a sweltering hot afternoon in Valencia.

The Spanish gave us siesta and also a boring race track - marry the two together and you got just that this afternoon. Boss Rawn was more concerned about the cricket score than the GP. The only excitement was when me so-called-mate whinging Webbo got on the radio to complain about me cutting him up at the chicane! But he eventually lost out anyway, coz after losing out on a podium place the Aussies lost the Ashes as well.

Before the race Boss Rawn said, to show no hard feelings after Germany, that I should swap cars for the weekend without telling me mate Barry Chello. I was only too happy to oblige and guess what - he came 1st!

I drove like a sirocco down a dry dusty driveway, but I still couldn't catch me old team mate. I use the word 'team mate' (actually, two words) with affection. Even Boss Rawn said, "From Mr. Grumpy to Mr. Happy in just under a month is a big positive step for the No. 2 driver." I think those counselling sessions I suggested for Barry Chello after German GP, really paid off.

Although, he ignored team orders to hold everyone else up while I was to sneak past I didn't mind coz in the end, it was my car he'd won in (he he).

Personally, I had pedal to the metal - but his car is really slow, I finished 7th in it - and in the process I lost about 12lbs due to the heat, but I picked up a handsome piece of halibut as I drove through the docks and the fish market - we'll have that for tea tonight!

Belgium in a week's time - see ya there me little butts!