Lashings of Ginger Beer

 It's lunchtime at the Goodwood Revival

 And that means sending Phil back to the car to fetch the picnic basket and a bottle of bubbly from the cool box.

 Ooooh … little bundles tied up with string!

 Bottoms up, chaps!

 The mound by Lavant corner is a prime picnic spot …

 … as this budding mechanic discovered.

Lashings of … er … un-ginger beer.

Cheers!

Doh! A Deer …

There's random and then there's just plain weird.

 Who should turn up in the Goodwood paddock but the … er …

von Trapp Family Singers?

 Deep breath … "Doh, a deer … etc."

 With dancing!

 And clothes made out of your granny's curtains.

 Actually, they were pretty good, but the question remains … "What the fuck?"

Anyhoo … Once they'd doh'd the deer dead, they wandered off with the rest of us to watch the start of the vintage motorcycle racing.

Funny old thing, life …

Keep off the Grass

Whoops!

Crunchy

This year's gravel trap mayhem courtesy of Phil and his sharp reflexes with a camera.

Party Like It's A Verb

Now that's my kind of picnic.

One for the Colonials

Mustang … yay!

Flat 'At

Reflections

Pink frock and fur stole reflected in the glory of an XK140.

Goodwood … what's not to love?

Shed

Jabba Jabba Hey

Loads and loads of lovely frocks at Goodwood this year, some … er … larger than others.

Hurricane

Seventy five years since the Battle of Britain! Goodwood this year had more Spitfires and Hurricanes than I have ever seen one place. An awesome and emotional flying day.

It's That Time of Year Again

Apologies to one and all who are heartily sick of racing car and fashion photos every September, but it's the one time each year I can step outside of reality and wallow in my fantasy world: the golden age of motor racing (and great frocks).

Back in the real world, the planet is going down the shitter (the same place my relationship just went), though bizarrely and wonderfully, a real Socialist gets elected as leader of a major party so I have someone I can vote for for the first time in decades. Enfranchised at last!

But stuff all that … Incredibly loud racing cars and girls in pretty frocks beat the real world hands down. If you are sick of racing cars and fashion pics, look away now (and for some time to come).

Sheesh! I Forgot to Post the Glam …

It's almost October; what the hell am I thinking?

I can't let a September go without a Goodwood Glam Parade.

This one's my absolute favourite from 2014. 

Gorgeous, glamorous, mysterious …

the vintage camera was the clincher, though.

Perfection!

Dawn, Phil and Old Dive enjoying a civilised luncheon.

A hamper of bubbly and proper sarnies and cake all wrapped up with string.

Cheers!

And now, in no particular order, feast your eyes on some Goodwood Glam.

Check out that hat! Whooee.

Don't forget to top up your lippy and slap.

Land Girls ahoy! Say hello to 1942.

Demure and delightful,

but check out that matching toenail polish!

Hoo boy.

Yikes! It's Lydia, the Tattooed Lady.

(sing along … you know you want to).

Kawaii Kimono and chic beret.

Style and to spare.

Jeepers!

(sorry).

Redhead, blonde or brunette?

If you can't decide, take one of each.

The gels love a uniform, chaps.

Well, hello to you, too!

That's enough glam for today, people. There's plenty more for another day.

Toodle pip from the catwalk.

Bohemian Rhapsody

Weirdly beautiful and cool as fuck.

People, meet the glorious Tatra T87

Born in Czechoslovakia in 1939 with an arse like a space rocket and speed to match;

stolen by the Nazis as "THE car for the autobahn" and driven by Erwin Rommel among others;

the T87's amazingly low drag coefficient and awesome 3 litre transverse engine mounted over the back wheels inspired Doctor Ferdinand Porsche to copy its front end and engine arrangement for the Volkswagen and Porsche 911, an act that got him sued by Tatra for breach of copyright.

A baby like this will set you back around £140,000 (they only made around 3,000 of 'em) but amazingly there's an orange one that regularly races at Goodwood (see posts passim).

The Tatra T87: it's utterly bonkers but I love it.

Performing Through The Decades

See? See?

It's NOT just the young, skinny glamour girls I chase after for photos at Goodwood.

Well … occasionally it's not.

Not when such a magnificent lady as this one pops into my viewfinder.

The "Performing Through The Decades" slogan on the back of her race programme

seems to match her own experience.

These two, too, are completely beautiful in their "land girl" getups.

Dressing up in period garb doesn't have to mean glam and glitter.

This pair are perfect.

The Goodwood Revival Meeting is for ALL ages.

Indeed for all sorts.

And for all shapes and sizes (not so sure about the glitter shoes, though).

Yes, polka-dots are slimming …

… but they're no substitute for ACTUAL slimming.

That's all for today. I'll glam it up a bit next time.

Toodle pip!

Privates on Parade

In the words of the incomparable Captain Mainwaring:
Right, you 'orrible lot. Get your kit on and get your arses on parade.
Normally at this time of year you get photos of Phil with the Glamcab Girls …

This year, however, to show solidarity with the distaff side, we present Dawn with the Dad's Army Boys.

And you all know what that means … Prepare yourselves to be deluged with post after post of vintage racing cars, planes and pretty gels in spiffy frocks.

Follow the rules and nobody gets hurt.

Welcome to the 2014 Goodwood Revival Weekend!