A1 Grand prix ... I am a Rev Head

I went to the A1 grandprix this weekend and it was brilliant. I have loads of dodgy photos for you, with more to come as my friends send over their snaps as well. The Grand Prix was held at Brands Hatch in Kent, which meant that I had to head down the night before to Chris's place so that we could drive their next morning in his very fabulous black Porche 911 (Edwina he is a friend nothing more). Frankly if the weekend ended there I would have been happy - fast car driving in the country - brilliant. But there were more fast cars to come.

Sadly Australia crashed out on the first corner taking South Africa with them ... it was the Chechs fault! Anyway the Germans went on to win with Great Britain coming second there were 4 seconds in it (have a photo with me and the driver)



Pit lane and GB team



Kerry and Chris find Team Aus ... note the writing on the side of the car

Italy ensured their card was appropriately styled for my photo shoot (including the driver see below)

hmm new fashion statement

Germany the eventual winners

team gb again

me being a prat

Mexico for Rueben


The track is empty because the cars were too fast !


The start

me and the second place getter ... note the hat oh yes me being a prat again

Chris my driver for the day but this time the two of us are being prats!

Easter Monday was glorious and my Friends Magnus and Ulrica joined me for a bike ride from my house in Putney to Hampton Court via a long 15K tour of Richmond Park and the Thames.

What follows is lots of random shots, and one of our little summer lodge Ham House (well it is in my wildest dreams)


The Thames looking back towards Richmond


My summer lodge


Magnus and Ulrica


Ulrica at Teddington Lock


We made it and with enough energy to suck in our tummies


The view from Richmond Hill 20 mins cycling across the park from home

Firstly I was in London Bridge on Sunday for some performance art as part of the Spill festival. I love the venue, you enter via a small doorway on the concourse, tourists and commuters pass and look at you like you are plain crazy for knocking on a fire exit! You enter a long tunnel sparsely lit until you enter a large dungeon like room full of candles and second hand furniture with a quirky little bar. I would show you photos but it was performance art I was trying to look cool ... taking photos with my dinky camera was not looking cool!

So anyway went crazy and took photos of anything vaguely touristy around London Bridge before I entered Shunt for my performance art experience!

This is not London Bridge but the view of Tower Bridge from London Bridge!

My sister Edwina was giving me a bit of a hard time on the phone the other day about not sending photos home, particularly as her son (my nephew) Luka has just started asking where Aunty Harry lives.

So my plan, Ms Edwina and Ms Vanessa, is to start posting some snaps of London in the vain hope that you might start telling your children about their cool Aunty Harry who lives half a world away. I am concerned that I might enter into mythology given that I manage the trip home so infrequently

What follows is some snaps of my Easter weekend and I apologise in advance of my poor photography skills