Saw the news on Twitter just a few minutes ago. I can't really find the words to describe how bad this feels... I just can't.
Jules had become one of my favourite drivers, the way his talent shone through in an uncompetetive car - I was sure he had a brilliant future as a top F1 driver.
I had a bad feeling about that Japanese GP. I don't know... Whether it was the weather forecast... The fact the helicopter wasn't going to be able to fly... I never really communicated it on here, I don't think, I probably thought I was being silly(although I did mention it might end up like the 94 race, I think, but I was meaning in terms of weather, not accidents). But I had a horrible feeling about that race, even before it started. I've never liked the number 43 either.
Even after the accident I kept hoping Jules could wake up and recover, even if it was maybe an overly optimistic hope. I'm in shock.
The rational side of my mind wants to point out that as long as the sport involves speeds greater than the human body can tolerate a sudden stop from, fatality will always be a very real possibility. But the emotional side doesn't want to know. This is heartbreaking. The only way I can compare it to feeling is after the ultimate race from hell(in my lifetime anyway), San Marino 1994, which I also watched live as a kid, and then seeing the 6 o'clock news that night.
A thought must go out to the gallant and brilliant Manor Marussia team, who have suffered their second horrendous loss in less than 3 years. Even in the Monaco coverage recently, I was touched by Graeme Lowdon's reaction as he spoke about Jules.
Life can be beyond unfair, it can be downright nasty.
October 5, 2014. The date will live in infamy.
He was cruelly snatched away from us for doing what he loved.
May this cold world forever cherish his memory.
RIP, Jules. Bless you.