Actually, the title of this post was going to be ‘work at genius’, but two statements are appositely inverse. Lewis Hamilton left me friends and foes alike gasping at the weekend, and even though I (not a Formula 1 fan) have a slightly less than shadowy idea what was great about his qualifying lap in Singapore, I am in no doubt that it was.
I’ve long admired Hamilton, even if he sometimes gives succour to all those who seek to do him down. There was, of course, the time he mildly chided Jack Whitehall for not being able to drive (“How does a man not have a driving licence?”). Then, more recently, his “boys don’t wear dresses” comment about his young nephew. Truth to tell, on the latter point at least, he does seem to have genuinely gone some way to having his cultural chip setting updated to 2018. Whether one chooses to set these facts aside or not, it is his attitude to his craft that is so enviable.
Formula 1, from my own recessed gantry, seems a dangerous balance between man and machine, nature and nurture, technology and craft. Lewis Hamilton works very hard to do what he does, and this dominance of his rivals is not recent. It’s not something that has just been acquired. Rather, it’s the careful and meticulous dedication to what he does professionally. He’s worked at genius and it’s paying off handsomely.