1989 was the one and only year (and never again!) I took a bird to LM. She reckonned the Aston's noise got her all "hot" (for want of another phrase). I think she had a thing about Brian Redman too.
Come on then Andy, surely you can give us more details, it was 15 years ago
Ok Bob, I know you're going to be disappointed and this isn't going to sound very gentlemanly but I wasn't even going out with her. She had a face like a pan of smashed crabs and an arse to match. I reckon the reason she felt "hot" was cos she was a big fat lass who sweated like a dray horse. She spent the most of the time moaning about the facilities and how far we had to walk to get around the curcuit and her feet hurt and she had a bad headache cos it was too noisy and her sinuses were sore cos of the dust and why wasn't there anything decent to eat and why are there were no showers and why couldn't we have stayed in a hotel and about another thousand pathetic complaints. It wasn't as if I hadn't warned her. She was morally appalled that me and my other mate ventured into the Striptent and to see the "Snakepit heroine addict girl".
I was absolutely furious with her after the race, the fat sow went wandering off for an hour to get Patrick Tambay's autograph for the sole reason that PT used to be a team mate of Didier Pironi at Ferrari or something. She knew full well we had to leave ASAP to catch the ferry from Cherbourg that night and if we missed it I would get the sack at work. Only my sense of responsibility to her mother stopped me from leaving her behind. Anyway it resulted in me driving like an utter lunatic and we were the last to get on the boat just before they lifted the ramp. God alone know's what I'd have done if we'd missed the boat, put her in a sack with some bricks and thrown her in the sea probably.
It is for this reason I swore never ever again to take a bird to LM. And I never have or will.
Hope this answers your question mate and sorry it wasn't more titilating.