The Act of Writing

In MotoGP  and F1 you have the best racers in the world. Over the (many) years these championships have raged, fans have been treated to some incredible, heart wrenching, stunning, nails bitten down to the knuckles racing action and they show no sign of letting up any time soon. This is great news obviously, but there are some concerning aspects associated with the sports that should be highlighted, and that is the issue of the funny fast guys. Jack Miller and Daniel Ricciardo are two of the most loved names on the grid: Miller for MotoGP and Ricciardo for F1. Both are incredible racers in their own rights - Miller showing incredible tenacity when in the fight for podium positions and wins and Ricciardo the king of overtaking moves - however, the reason for their popularity seems to have less to do with their racing and more to do with their jokey media friendly personalities. Don't get me wrong. I adore both racers and I have spent a long time watching videos of them joking around

Do you ever experience irrational dread? An all encompassing, ice pit in your gut, vice around your chest feeling that stops you from even daring to move because you're convinced that if you do you're going to trigger something awful, kind of irrational dread? Because this is how I feel every time I use my laptop. I know that sounds very ridiculous; it's just a wedge of plastic, glass and electronic bits (can you tell I'm very IT illiterate?) There's nothing about the object which should trigger any kind of emotional response other than a slight irritation when the Wifi is slow. But the feeling isn't really about my laptop, its just what I've come to associate my laptop with. I finally came to the end of my time in education in September 2020. Up until that point, all I had associated with my laptop (or computers in general) was school or uni work, watching Netflix and YouTube, or occasionally scrolling social media if my phone was dead. For most of my time