Before i Forget : Simon Jones's blog

February 1998


Meanwhile articleFriday, February 27th, 1998, (12:14 am)

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You can’t teach an old dog a new trick, or so the saying goes. However the Formula One authorities are hoping that they can teach F1 a new trick, the trick is to level the playing field and to make the sport more exciting. With the aid of a book full of new rules and regulations they hope to inject some more spills and thrills into the biggest sporting circus on the face of the planet.

I however don’t know that it is possible to make F1 any more exciting, if any more stress is added to the sport I will surely be sent to an early grave through my heart stopping for a wholly unhealthy amount of time! But with the new rules cutting down on all manner of things like tyre grip, I’d better look at watching the races with a doctor because it looks like the rule makers may have injected the desired amount of excitement, and in a dose to strain even the best defibrillator!

The action commences this weekend in Australia. Round one has for the last two years has started down under in explosive fashion. In 1996 Damon Hill and the then new boy, Jacques Villeneuve, battled out one of the most exciting duels I have ever seen… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]

Meanwhile articleMonday, February 16th, 1998, (2:20 pm)

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One of the most exciting things about life is tomorrow. By that I mean that the fact that we have no real idea what tomorrow will bring is what makes life interesting. Indeed it is that which drives us on. We can plan and schedule but in truth no one has a clue what tomorrow has in store for them.

I find the whole concept of time fascinating and in many ways scary. Time is the one commodity man has yet to control or get anywhere near controlling. I hope we never do. Imagine a world where you could see all the tomorrows and all the yesterdays together. A world where time had no real meaning. It would be hell. Without the uncertainty of tomorrow there would be no hope, no challenge, no barriers to break. Time would turn into a meaningless desert and all of humanity would become refugees to our own creation.

I’m being dramatic of course. But imagine for a second that there was no tomorrow. Imagine that you personally had no future beyond today. How different would today be for you? What would you do? Who would you spend today with? Would you put right all the things that are wrong in your life? Could you even do that? And what of tomorrow. Where would you be then? Do you hope for an afterlife, reincarnation, an endless void? What do you want there to be?

Those are considered morbid thoughts. But in truth, how do you know that today really isn’t going to be your last? The truth is that you don’t. Still we take things for granted, still we don’t bare a second thought to tomorrow other than to make sure we know what we have in our schedules.

So what am I saying? Where am I going with this? Well I don’t know. It’s just that the whole issue of time has been playing on my mind a lot lately. I can’t seem to escape from an image in my mind of a clock ticking. The clock is in slow motion while those around it are in fast motion. It’s a very strange image and when I allow myself to explore it, it’s quite a disturbing one too.

The other day I was sitting on a train coming home from work. As the commuters all tried to avoid eye contact with one another I sat there and thought about the different paths we were all on. I looked at each person and wondered what they were thinking about, where they were going, and not just then but in general. All of us sitting there were just statistics waiting to happen. Some would be criminals, other the victims, some were happy, some weren’t, some were wealthy but most were not. And all the time while the train trundled through the blackness of the tunnel under the River Mersey, the clock was ticking, the seconds were turning into minutes, the minutes into hours and so on.

When I got off the train I stood for a few moments and watched it leave the station and continue its journey. In that moment I felt an eerie awareness of all the paths of life around me and the countless paths open to me at that moment. It was as if I could… [Click here to continue reading this article at ‘Meanwhile’]