MY RELATIONSHIP WITH AYRTON SENNA started brilliantly but took a sudden nose-dive from which it never fully recovered. It remains one of my greatest regrets.
The connection began on 2 November 1985. Senna had won pole position for the first Australian GP in Adelaide and completed the post-qualifying press conference. With the championship decided and this being the final race, very few European journalists had made the long trip. I found myself as one of a handful of people accompanying Ayrton as he took a lengthy and pleasant walk back to the Lotus motorhome via the horse racing course magazine. “No problem,” he said. Having established that we both lived in Surrey, it was agreed to meet at the house Senna was renting in Esher.
