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Friday in the sun at St Marys was fun. A steady stream of wonderful cars, the circuit pristine, the driving outstanding. But then the irritations grow. The poor commentary, the endless repeated advert with its tuneless music, the frantic shouty presenters in the markets, the ceaseless thud of helicopters, the long march to the car park through the aimlessly wandering crowds, the evil drive home staring into the setting sun. I was glad I went but I was glad I didn’t have to go again the next day.
The Saturday and Sunday timetables both seem to have even less actual racing than usual.
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