22nd April 2008. After a break that spanned almost the entire length of Sakon Yamamoto's F1 career, Grand Prix Diary is back. Writing commitments elsewhere tied us up for a bit but here we are, back and raring to go. Like Rubens Barichello's hair, stories are a bit thin at the moment but we will be adding to them over the next few days. Honest.

You can also read our ramblings in the guise of 'The Man in the Pub' column at Grand Prix.com and also see 'The Gravel Trap' at the ITV-F1 website.

One might fairly assume that life in Max Mosley's household is a bit tense at the moment but maybe it's not as bad as you may imagine. In an interview with the Daily Telegraph, referring to his wife, the FIA President says; "Well, how can I put it, she is not best pleased". Not best pleased? A five hour sex session (with no Nazi connotations at all) with five whores at £500 a pop and Mrs M is 'not best pleased'. Wonder what it takes to really tick her off?

Toro Rosso star, Sebastian Vettel, is obviously expecting a long career in F1, as it has been revealed that he has splashed out heavily on a great big new motorhome.

Vettel has forked out 250,000 Euros for a ‘Concorde Liner 990' which is ten metres long, weighs 7.5 tons, features plenty of leather (surely a touchy subject in F1 at the moment) a dishwasher called Ingrid, a really massive TV and a king-size bed. 

However the 20-year-old German is too young to drive the beast on public roads and is currently on the lookout for a German speaking driver who knows his way around the European circuits.

Anybody got Ralf Schumacher’s number?

F1 boss and inspiration to randy pensioners worldwide, Max Mosley, jumped at the chance recently when he received an invitation to go and have a look at Jordan.  

Sadly the Jordan in question turned out to be a hot, dusty country in the Middle East, (where the World Rally Championship is doing its thing this weekend), not the pneumatically chested and slightly bonkers glamour model of the same name.

Mind you, we are not sure which is the least appealing option of the two, being given a damn good whipping or watching three days of rallying in a hot desert somewhere.