Cheeka, Phill and Terry are back to discuss the last ever Malaysian Grand Prix. All the details of a rather interesting race are pored over in forensic scrutiny, and this week, in a radical change of editorial direction, NO SWEARING is heard at all. Instead, we talk Vettel and Stroll’s post-race fracas, Verstappen’s birthday win and there’s a QUIZ. Oh yeah.
Ferrari screws everything up, Verstappen gets another beating with the Unlucky Stick and Hamilton eats celebratory vegetables. Cheeka, Phill and Terry pick through the charred remains of the Singapore Grand Prix while also ruminating on McLarenault, Toro Ronda and what future awaits for Joyless Palmer.
Ferrari screws everything up, Verstappen gets another beating with the Unlucky Stick and Hamilton eats celebratory vegetables. Cheeka, Phill and Terry pick through the charred remains of the Singapore Grand Prix while also ruminating on McLarenault, Toro Ronda and what future awaits for Joyless Palmer.
In the wake of the Italian Grand Prix, Cheeka, Phill and Terry talk grid penalties, shitty poetry and disappointing Ferraris. Will Mercedes now dominate? Will McLaren sign with Renault? Will anyone hire that random drummer girl again? Literally none of these questions are answered, as per usual.
In the wake of the Italian Grand Prix, Cheeka, Phill and Terry talk grid penalties, shitty poetry and disappointing Ferraris. Will Mercedes now dominate? Will McLaren sign with Renault? Will anyone hire that random drummer girl again? Literally none of these questions are answered, as per usual.
F1 is back after the summer break and Belgium provided some much-needed mediocrity, punctuated by Vettel and Hamilton thrashing at the front, Ocon and Perez thrashing each other and Alonso parking a perfectly functional, if utterly shit car. Cheeka, Phill and Terry are in London in the summer and have to battle with terrible buskers to take the piss out of it all.
F1 is back after the summer break and Belgium provided some much-needed mediocrity, punctuated by Vettel and Hamilton thrashing at the front, Ocon and Perez thrashing each other and Alonso parking a perfectly functional, if utterly shit car. Cheeka, Phill and Terry are in London in the summer and have to battle with terrible buskers to take the piss out of it all.
K-Mag becomes our new favourite driver after a foul-mouthed offer to Hulkenberg; perhaps the highlight of an ultimately tedious Hungarian GP. Still, away from the race there’s plenty of soap opera-level nonsense to dissect, from mandatory flip-flops to what Sauber will be powered by next year. Cheeka, Phill and Terry drink beer and discuss it all.
K-Mag becomes our new favourite driver after a foul-mouthed offer to Hulkenberg; perhaps the highlight of an ultimately tedious Hungarian GP. Still, away from the race there’s plenty of soap opera-level nonsense to dissect, from mandatory flip-flops to what Sauber will be powered by next year. Cheeka, Phill and Terry drink beer and discuss it all.
Lewis Hamilton, the villain of F1 Live but the hero of Silverstone, wins the British Grand Prix, and it all goes to shit for Jolyon Palmer, as per usual. Cheeka, Phill and Terry reflect on the boredom and excitement of the race, Ferrari’s exploding tyres and all the usual bollocks. Oh, you may have noticed: this podcast contains SWEARS.
