It’s a joy to open the curtains on another sun-blessed morning next to Melbourne’s St Kilda beach. Another day that you are glad you never got a proper job. That is the way it is again as I write this, thinking back to how I became Motor Racing Correspondent of the world’s greatest newspaper almost exactly 20 years ago, an unearned honour that came, as so often in my trade, almost by accident. I did not know it at the time but I was sent to Edmonton, Canada, on trial for this assignment. And the person you have to thank...
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