A Note From Crofty

So there it is. The glamour of Formula 1 laid out in for full effect before your very eyes. This lot won’t iron itself, so with a glass of vino, my Australia GP playlist on the speaker and all the enthusiasm for domestic chores I can muster, it’s time to get my stuff together for Australia.

My 10th season commentating on Formula 1 and although I’m not exactly chomping at the bit to get this ironing finished, I can’t wait to get stuck into the forthcoming campaign. 

The winter break, once again, has just flown by. It seems only a few minutes since we were reading out all your tweets on the #AskCrofty show, or I was at Alexandra Palace for the World Darts Championship. I managed my first commentary on a 9 Darter (I did get a little bit excited when Adrian Lewis hit that double 12, even for me!) and also for the first time I watched a Darts match with a Racing driver. We were just settling into our seats when Timo Glock and his wife Isabell came and sat right next to us. What a brilliant night and it was great to see Timo again. He is by the way, a massive Phil ‘The Power’ Taylor fan, which is why he’d come over from Germany to watch the action.

Darts and Formula 1, it’s been a large part of my life for a long time now. Once it was watching the races on a Sunday in my local before the traditional game of ‘Halve-it’ (you could always make a couple of quid on that game if you could hit the bullseye at the end). Then it was commentating and presenting on both sports. From Lakeside to Monaco, bit of a difference really, even if Bobby George’s gold wouldn’t look out of place in Casino Square.

The New Year started with four days of mega fun at Autosport International. The place was packed once again and it was great to see so many of you at the NEC. There were also some top moments with the Danny’s at Red Bull as we went sledging in that famous alpine town of Milton Keynes and a brilliant night with Ant and some Kingfisher competition winners in a curry house in Brackley after which we’re both convinced now that the owner of the Kushboo knows more about F1 gossip than even Bernie Ecclestone himself.

And I even managed to have a few days away with the family who I never seem to see as much as I’d like to and without whose support I’d never be able to go away and enjoy what I do so much. Which sounds like I’m desperately creeping to Mrs Croft in a pathetic attempt to get her to finish off my ironing. Which I’d never do, well not very often. I pride myself on being a domestic god, even if these creases aren’t coming out very easily. “I feel the need, the need for steam” as Tom Cruise would surely have said had he not got a team of people doing his laundry for him.

Enjoy the season everyone, and thank you for reading the first blog of many.