I sit with my OH whilst he watches every single lap, and he shouts at the screen, yells to different drivers to do this and do that, punches the air when someone overtakes, gives a very detailed running commetary about each little tiny change in the rankings, goes on about the tyres, the teams, the statistics, he predicts what will happen and chunners on and on about the line and the this and the taht, he gets worked up about it, shouts in exsasperation at all the drivers he thin ks should be doing better, and still I sit there bored out me bloody mind. tut