MotorPunk October 2013 | Page 6

| A (n alcoholic) Lap of Goodwood I had gone purple in the first sector. I loosened my worsted tie and took a good chug of port and brandy from my hipflask. The press armband meant we could cut through the Paddocks where, after snapping a green ERA, I accidentally meandered into Keith Chegwin. After exchanging apologies and enquiring if he was enjoying the revival I shook his hand, gushing, “How very nice to meet you, Keith”. At this point Keith visibly wilted and his smile dropped. This is because it wasn’t Cheggers. It was Noel Edmonds. From here I needed to head to the outfield ... so on through the crowds and under the tunnel on the Lavant straight and down to the Lavant corner bar for a glug of the Goodness of Guinness. Then a long left to St Marys, hugging the apex, and gulped another pint whilst watching a Spitfire flypast. From here was the long slog down Madgewick but I was struggling for grip in my army surplus shoes. As I ambled along Dr Octane passed me, having hitched a lift on the tractor bus service, sailing into an unsporting lead; Schumacheresque behaviour almost. A quick pint at Madgewick then a bimble through the crowds to Woodcote as the fast Fords came on track. Feeling gassy now I had to slacken off my Sam Browne. Room for a G&T. No lime, thank you; there’s no risk of scurvy here. A win was in sight. Over the pedestrian footbridge into the free “over the road” section for another Guinness, passing the Chap Magazine’s Olympiad who were performing their moustache tug-o-war. But where was Dr Octane? It turned out that his bladder had almost ruptured under load and he had been obliged to pit. I spotted him as he exited the latrines, fiddling with his flies and staggering down the steps in what was surely an unsafe release. Our paths converged towards the finish line, the bar of the Speckled Hen tent. I was momentarily delayed by a quick squeeze with the lovely Elle and the Pocket Belles, who were warming up for Mr B, the Gentleman 6 | MotorPunk October 2013 Not Keith Chegwin Baldrick makes a friend