So long Sport

I'm in danger of the skiing down the hype curve from the peak of expectation to the trough of disillusionment. It's real - as you know I lead a team that writes software and we contend with it all the time...
Anyway, I am not only all aboard the hype train, I'm also sat in the buffet car dining out on the press snippets. What's more I'm thumbing my nose through the glass at the GT Sport commuter train as we pass - though in fairness that one is packed to bursting with eager passengers.

But then there's this...

I am actually tempted to cancel my pre-order and never buy it in a the same way I never watched the butchered Disney Star Wars because the thought of it being great might eclipse the reality of Pocahontas meets Darth Mouse, which I think would have me crying all the way to a re-watch of The Empire Strikes Back (you know, the best one).

So, I'll be online and trying to get my race pass from the 22nd, along with a few hundred thousand tween-year olds (it's a thing) who'll have a. infinatly more time than me and b. a way to earn far more kudos points or whatever it is that'll ensure I stay racing with Bob McSpinner and his mate Ivor Punter until I finally crack at the fiftieth attempt at turn one of Spa and go back to FarmSim - you can't go wrong with baling I can tell you...

Laters.