Time travel

A friend kindly sent me this today, a page from an old motor racing Grand Prix souvenir programme that he found in a charity shop. It harks back to a time when I was a very young Fleet Street motoring correspondent, and my paper used to present 100 bottles of champagne to the fastest man in each year's Grand Prix and Race of Champions at Brands Hatch. It was part of my job to hand over the bubbly to the winner. Happy days.