Long Time Coming

Having ignored the clamouring of the online community for long enough, it’s high time to return to my pen and scribe the post-Singapore chapter of the F1 Rocks story. Or at least the inner wranglings of the office and golden nuggets of info about what happens next.. Or my off topic musings on whatever subject comes to me first. Probably the latter.

So anyway, Singapore was amazing. Or so I hear. The view from my desk of a desolate wasteland that used to be a fully functioning office probably ran the panorama from the top floor penthouse of the Raffles hotel close, but having only seen the latter in pictures I’m sure the view of the racetrack, even obscured as it was by mountains of room service and free dressing gowns, just about lives up to my vista, which is incidentally dominated by the coat rack. Not that I hold a grudge of course; there was dirty, filthy disgusting work to be done in London, and I’m sure following Jacky Cheung’s set vicariously on Twitter more than made up for missing out on seeing his flailing grey locks light up the Fort Canning stage.

But anyhow, the lack of pan-Asian action from my point of view doesn’t dim my enjoyment of the event, it just means I missed out on the added bonuses such as ‘accidentally’ slipping into shot on various red carpet and stage pieces, illuminating Lindsay Lohan on the intricate workings of a promotional telephone in her suite, boldly discovering a shocking secret about the stage nous of one of the F1 Rocks headliners (miming!), missing the whole event due to a crisis with rapidly rotating sponsorship balloons, bouncing on Beyonce’s bed, or engaging in a Fawlty Towers esque game of ‘hide the room service’ as the chief of financial purse strings for Universal tried to hold a midnight board meeting while across the suite various colleagues engaged in displays of company credit card opulence..

So now that’s all said and done, F1 Rocks HQ is in a state of flux, waiting for various artists (some people’s hips don’t lie, some are planning reunion shows according to the tabloids, and some may or may not have had a wardrobe malfunction on The X Factor on Sunday) and venues to confirm themselves for 2010 (although someone on Twitter today claimed to have seen us in Montreal, so clearly someone higher up the company ladder needs to work on their stealth). Luckily we somehow managed to find time to have a return to the members club of yore, which resulted in me repatriating Flirtini (manliest of all drinks) on my new purple shoes.. I’ll try to avoid such indignity at the Christmas party if at all possible.

Nemesis Update: in the dark hours of solitude enforced by the global navigation of 98% of my colleagues we bonded, and sadly I think the nemesis term may have been thrown around too hastily in the first instance. Although ‘chum update’ doesn’t have quite the same ring to it. Suggestions for enemies on a postcard please. We now resemble the following: