I grew up in a house where Nigel Mansell was revered as a god and have been fanatical about Formula 1 for as long as I can remember.
The earliest recorded evidence of petrolhead activity was in an adventure theme park aged 6 where I went missing for an hour and my frantic parents eventually located me racing a go-kart. It was pretty much downhill from there really.
I am reluctantly coming to realise that as a mum of two who is the wrong side of 39, my dream of working in the high-octane and jet-setting world of F1 is probably beyond me. So writing about the sport that I love is the next best thing.
A Dash of Eau Rouge 