The Huffington Post UK is famous for its 'splashes', the wide image at the top of the front page carrying a bold headline and the day's leading story....
Anyway, it's a Tuesday afternoon, and I am sitting just outside Plaza Mayor in Madrid, Spain at 3:32pm according to my iPad. Just had a great, albeit interesting roast duck cannelloni and about to have a third glass of Estrella cerveza. This is fairly a normal day in Spain and although likely more people if it were a Sunday, it is warm and sunny. I like this.
Another thrilling Belgian Grand Prix comes to an end, and despite a fantastic result for Jenson Button the headlines tomorrow will be the almighty - and scary - first corner smash and resultant penalties associated with it.
It is the Tuesday following the German Grand Prix, I'm sitting in the English countryside sipping a pint and it is beautifully hot and sunny. Three days ago I was sat at Innentribune B at the Hockenheimring, near Mannheim in Germany, rain lashing down during qualifying for the German Grand Prix.
Silverstone. The home of the British Grand Prix, but also the home of Formula One. If Monaco symbolises the glitz and glamour of F1, Silverstone is the history of F1.
Jenson Button, Fernando Alonso, Nico Rosberg, Sebastien Vettel, Pastor Maldonado, Mark Webber and Lewis Hamilton have each won a race this year, and we are only seven races into the 2012 Formula 1 World Championship.
Six races, six different winners and the most open championship for years. It's silly. But the 'F1 Silly Season' happens every year. The what?? Yes, a silly name but oh so accurate.
Britain might be in recession, or on the brink of it, or just recovering from it, depending on which economist/s you're inclined to believe, but that didn't stop the nation reaching into its collective pocket on Saturday to have a flutter on the Grand National and FA Cup Semi-Final. According to the bookies, nearly half the British adult population will have had a flutter of some kind this weekend, with nearly £300 million placed on bets. The £1 I threw into the office sweepstake suddenly seems rather miserly, although as someone who grew up obsessed by ponies and practically weaned on National Velvet, the thought of a woman winning this year's race meant there was even more reason to tune in. If we are a nation of gamblers, we are also a nation that loves to moan. Let us count the things that have collectively upset us this week.
After watching Occupy Wall Street from afar since mid-September (and being kept up-to-date on Twitter thanks to HuffPost US senior editor Craig Kannelly's constant stream of tweets), last weekend saw the protest move to London. We had editors there throughout the week (Business Editor Pete Guest even turning photographer for us while on the scene), but unsurprisingly many of our bloggers had opinions to share on the topic, too.
Twitter has taken over my life. I've been owing a new blogpost for a couple of days now but I've been too busy either with employment lawyers, home insurance calls,sorting out Mr Pregnantcitygirl's wisdom teeth extraction with BUPA or messing about on Twitter.
