Amid the rumble of engines and squeal of tyres there was an unfamiliar noise at yesterday's British Grand Prix at Silverstone. It was the high-pitched whine of 'Look at me! Look at me!' from the self-satisfied but needy Beckhams.
British driver Lewis Hamilton has been getting a few headlines lately, so it's unsurprising that the Beckhams would be drawn to the publicity, like sharks sensing blood.
They took the opportunity to stride down the pit lane, glad-handing the young driver unaware that he was being steadily drained by two of the most prolific celebrity vampires in history.
As they strode off, sated, a puzzled Hamilton was left feeling vaguely uneasy and suspecting he wasn't as popular or famous as he had been just a few moments earlier. And what benefit did the Beckham blessing give him? Sod all as he fucked up in the pits and only finished third. Bravo, Team Beckham!