BERNIE, THE JULIUS CAESAR OF F1
This, Bernard, is something up with which I will not put!
While my own gast was well and truly abbered, word reaches me that in the chilly corridors of Prince’s Gate (you really should have got that glass door xed; still, I suppose that ship has now sailed), this re-enactment of the morting of Julius Caesar has been anticipated and prepared for by some of your more Machiavellian functionaries, who have been quietly empire-building while they wait for Chairman Chase to swing the axe. Or should that be ‘thrust the knife’? I really should get my literary allusions to agree with one another, shouldn’t I?
If memory serves, it was Caesar’s appointment as dictator perpetuo that kicked off all that nastiness on the Yuji Ides of March. As in your case, he was laid low by a coming-together of previously submissive dignitaries, who, on an individual basis, didn’t dare attend to their daily ablutions without his say-so. Seems that while the Liberty Media folk were going about their due dil on the F1 business, and canvassing opinions from the other stakeholders on how to ‘take the business forward’ (dread phrase!), a number of those being canvassed took the opportunity to whisper that things might be better with someone else’s hands on the steering wheel.
Such ingratitude! Still, you can draw some succour from the fact that Julius managed only a few years in the top job before the senators got terminally uppity, while you’ve been dividingand-ruling for the best part of forty. Some senior burghers of the fourth estate have been predicting your downfall on a regular basis for what feels like the best part of that, and are now giving themselves generous pats on the back on account of their sagacity. Bet a busted clock wishes it could do the same for being bang on time twice a day, what?
One inky-ngered cove palpably not doing the ‘I was right’ dance, I observe, is your preferred media outlet. Poor fellow has had to slam the brakes on all those news stories predicting that the Liberty takeover wouldn’t happen. Last seen barking at sundry dissenters on social media while hurling fresh ordure at the Liberty bandwagon as it rolls into the distance. I nd the website in question a rich source of bemusement, especially when one reaches the ‘From around the Web’ section at the bottom of the page, wherein one is informed that “Hairdressers in Chipping Norton don’t want you to know this” and whatnot. Is this the root of your aversion to digital media, Bernard? Somehow I can’t imagine you giving a g about provincial crimpers and their supposed trade secrets.
As to your new title of ‘chairman emeritus’, I understand this is something that academic institutions and American corporations bestow upon folk who show no inclination to sail off into the sunset after a lifetime of service, and therefore need to have the gold watch forcibly clamped to their wrist before security is summonsed to escort them to the door. I hope for Chairman Chase’s sake it’s not a revolving door, since you have form there, and might contrive to have it eject you back into the foyer! Here, Bernard, we are very much brothers in arms, for I am imminently to become ‘columnist emeritus’, in order that something of greater merit(us) can occupy the off-ramp of this august title from next month onwards. Perhaps we should form a breakaway series? Just an idea.
Apparently, cometh the clear-out at Prince’s Gate, the Yanks want to keep you sort-of around so that they can ‘consult’ with you. One wonders if this is the old keep-yourfriends-close-but-keep-your-enemies-closer routine. Still, I know what your response will be – consult the hand, ’cos the face ain’t listening any more!
Yours, regarding the annuity rates with a rheumy eye,
Apparently, cometh the clear-out at Prince’s Gate, the Yanks want to keep you sort-of around so that they can ‘consult’ with you “You can draw succour from the fact Julius managed only a few years in the top job before the senators got terminally uppity, while you’ve been dividing-and-ruling for the best part of forty”