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Our Garschk. For some reason, this article crawled up our bum and sat there. We realize that it's written for a general audience, but criminy, who cares? Charles Randall, who's been a professional racing driver since 1997, should stick to being a racing driver and not attempt to write things unless under the aegis of a sharp-eyed editor, but apparently, the Telegraph doesn't any have of those lying about. We love how the story just ends: "I think all the right ingredients are there, though perhaps we could do with more high-quality drivers." And why aren't there any newspapers called the Telephone?

Camping outside the Williams factory gave me my first big break [Telegraph, UK]

The Racing Car as Propaganda Machine [Internal]