So that went well, Formula One-wise. A week of screaming hysteria; drivers threatening to “explode”. People scouring Christian Horner’s eye-watering sexts to a woman who wasn’t his wife, while his wife — poor Ginger Spice — trogged dutifully out to Bahrain in $1,000 Louboutins to support him, for the world’s most embarrassing photo op.
Horner — or “Whinger Spice” as he’s often called in F1 for his “endless complaining” — later sat, wary, taut, eyes flashing like a mongoose, at a press conference in Saudi Arabia, talking about “tension” and “leakage”, and for once he didn’t mean the cars.
