The Clive James Hunt

In the current sea of godawful F1 punditry this season roundup from 1982 stands out like an island of awesomeness.

Okay so today's pundits don't have the same excitement quota of fragile turbos battling on classic circuits (jeez how old do these pictures make me feel?) where every race held the distinct possibility of not finishing that might include throwing it into the crowd or at the very least grenading the bastard.

But the lugubrious sarcasm of Clive James' delivery hides a deep passion for the sport and amongst his sardonic one-liners there's an astute grasp of the season's key battles.

And we get Eddie Jordan?