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So I'm here watching Jackie Chan's 'Thunderbolt' during which time I concluded that the wonderful Mr. Chan really, really should stick to what he's good at. In other words, films composed majorily of martial arts sequences.
Films involving car racing however. Nope. No no no no no Mr. Chan.
No.
Said actor is presently driving around a track in a whale of a car, otherwise known as a Mitsubishi 3000GTO.
Stereotypical bad guy is also driving, but in a R32 Skyline.
Yes, I'm being an anorak.
Mr. Chan has - rather predictably - beaten said bad guy, having valiantly fought through a field of cars to take the victory from the hands of evil bloke.
Mr. Chan is, quite obviously, the world's most skilled track driver. After all, anyone who can come from nowhere in a GTO which, although horrendously quick in a straight line, handles like an elephant on a waterbed when faced with anything resembling a bend, drive through a field composed of better cars before beating a clearly skilled driver in an R32 which is still one of the best track cars on the planet, is obviously a god.
Having driven both around Croft Circuit, I know the probability of the above scenario is non-existent, so Mr. Chan is obviously a god - t'is the only logical conclusion.
Please take this post as a reminder as to why I should never ingest half a dozen sherbet fountains prior to heading to bed.
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Funny - blaster_uk and I have just had a conversation that's made me realise how time's flown by. It's now:
a: Four years since I started doing web work here, and b: Twenty years since Lou & I used to run to the shop at the top of my Nana's street and spend hours pouring over which sweets each of us should spend our ten pence coins on.
The significance of these events - and the progress of time since - will be, I suspect, lost on everyone bar me.
Holy batshit boy - you're getting old far too quickly.
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