Stuart C :@TommyB

Was funny to see that Button kept going on about “we” made the decision that time and not “me”.

Difficult call to make on that one, Tommy; racing drivers tend to use the royal ‘we’ interchangeably with ‘I’ these days… That and their continuous abuse of the reflexive personal pronoun. What is it with sports stars and politicians, this mania for saying ‘myself’ instead of ‘me’?

I can put up with poor grammar with the usage of ‘myself’ and ‘me’. I can even live with ‘I’ vs ‘we’. The problem lies in the almost inevitable third person reference of their own name.

Another case of certain members of the press just seeing what they wanted to see…

But then… they need a good story… because that’s what sells…

Was funny to see that Button kept going on about “we” made the decision that time and not “me”.

Difficult call to make on that one, Tommy; racing drivers tend to use the royal ‘we’ interchangeably with ‘I’ these days… That and their continuous abuse of the reflexive personal pronoun. What is it with sports stars and politicians, this mania for saying ‘myself’ instead of ‘me’?

Exactly it was lucky, Mclaren did the same thing in Malaysian GP qualifying, the risked something with the tyres and it didn’t pay off.

Was funny to see that Button kept going on about “we” made the decision that time and not “me”.

It is up to the writer, though, to make a statement and to call Button’s pitstop inspired is much better than ‘thought it might give himself a reasonable chance of improving his position’…especially when the second paragraph in an article.

I know what you mean about making a living, sadly writing doesn’t seem to have the same value attached to it as it used to. It’s almost being commoditised.

You can see the lengths it is pushing some of the f1 circus what with mr saward feeling the need to grub it up with the common folk to make a few bob

Not sure what the end game is here – but I stopped buying print a while ago because the quality dropped to keep costs down. That quality gap is getting bigger and bigger I hope someone works out how to fill that gap and earn a decent living at the same time.

Generally because the post counts are still relatively low, you can kinda respond coherently to that sort of post

Coherent? Moi?
Times are hard (yes, I know, smallest violin in the world, etc) for the journos who travel to all the races because nobody wants to pay for news (and why should they, since it’s readily available for free?). Nobody clicks on ads, either, so the only way of generating an income from a blog is to stick out the virtual begging bowl or to get sponsors.
Most of my work nowadays is commercial/advertorial stuff which goes out without my name on. It may not be glamorous but it means that the cats don’t have to go out and catch their own dinner… It also keeps me very busy, which is why I don’t update this blog often enough! I also don’t want to tread on the toes of my colleagues who are trying to earn a living from the news beat – if that means not having stratospheric traffic levels, so be it…

I heard about your blog from sidepodcast and thought I would look it up. I was delighted to read this article first. There are many frustrating things about being an F1 fan, but for me one of the most annoying things I find is not boring races or politics, but the polemic and uncomprimising opinions of F1 fans on the Internet when they make their comments.

Your article hits the nail on the head – in F1 fan terms that must mean you are the greatest sports writer in the world and I want to have your babies!

Keep up the good work.

I think James has hit kind of a wall with his blog where it has grown to the size where his ‘community’ is no longer small enough to generally self-enforce a certain standard of behaviour.

I remember my first post here, where I went off on one when you wrote about Michael. Generally because the post counts are still relatively low, you can kinda respond coherently to that sort of post (or at least reason with the poster ) When you have 500-1000 of them, that must be hard.