These days everyone’s got a weird name; it must be a bloody nightmare for teachers. But back in the early 1980s all the boys were called Michael or Christopher and the girls were Amanda or Sarah. ‘Jenson’ was impossibly exotic for Somerset so they settled either on JB, which has stuck, or ‘Jason’, which was probably just a mishearing now I come to think about it.

I still had respect for Ayrton, but even so, I chose Alain as my driver to follow.

A million bucks’ worth of sponsorship, which is a lot of money but in F1 sponsorship terms, chicken feed.