Because of delays from Northampton I missed the midnight Mansfield connection so I'm effectively on a nightshift. First train back, sleeping bag in wash after sleeping under the Silverstone stars Sat night. Coffee, food, shower then bed for a few hours. In the sunny garden now. The bar manager at the F1 liked my work; he asked yesterday morning when the last time I poured a pint was and I said 5pm Sat and it went on from there. My company should not be sending MBA students from Cranfield; they don't have the events experience I've had since 2007. The Indians' ineptitude is matched only by their arrogance. I have to assert; it's not insecurity. Your needs are a starting point. You have to be good enough to make up a losing situation into a winning one. Be on top of what is asked for. The hunted become the hunters.

I'm angry that non football fans were caught up in the fervour sorry shit/maelstrom when the team lacked cohones in the Final. It was just like Croatia v England. It can be the people's game but you have to back up the enthusiasm by actually being good. There should never have been that song until something was actually won.

Annoyed with Hamilton; deliberate, unsporting. I want Verstappen, someone different, to win.