Williams and Cosworth are getting together again, great news. For me it is like hearing that that your favourite two people, once married, been through other relationships, known good times and bad, are once again dating. We who wish them well can only stand by and let the relationship take its course, this time he will, we hope, remember their anniversary and she will make more of an effort to understand the off side rule in football. It's very simple, if the salt cellar is the goalkeeper and the mustard pot is the... or should that be the pepper mill?

I have always tried to be non partisan but, out of the blue, a few years ago I was asked who is my favourite F1 team. I was taken off guard and I said 'Williams' because, the bottom line is that that I admire Frank Williams and Patrick Head above all others.

Let me tell you a story. In 1977, I met Rob Widdows and, both being racing nuts, who also wrote poetry, we hit it off immediately. Rob was Head of News at Radio Victory, one of the new local radio stations which had just sprung up in the wake of the government releasing air bands. Radio Victory sounds like it should have been directed at the French Resistance, but was Portsmouth's local station, since Portsmouth still is the home to HMS Victory, Lord Nelson's flagship at the Battle of Trafalgar,

When was Nelson last on Victory? The answer is 1978 because I was at Goodwood with a tape recorder when Nelson Piquet was testing his Ralt RT1 F3 car.

Rob managed to persuade his bosses to give him an hour a week to run a motor racing show and I was taken on as the rest of the team. Track Torque went out at 9pm on a Thursday, which was radio graveyard, nobody listened, but we had an hour every week and it was the only motor racing show in the country so we had everyone on.

Radio Victory was in a run down area of Portsmouth, close to where Charles Dickens was born, and was housed in what had been a school built in Victorian times. The station did not have a large staff, but it did a pretty good job. It was the size of the staff which was our undoing.

I met up with Rob one night at the station and we did what we normally did, we went to the pub next door. It then dawned on Rob that he had left his key ring on his desk in the newsroom. Not to worry, we pressed the bell outside the station, but nobody answered. We tried phoning the station and nobody answered, the place was deserted. The programme going out was on a tape machine and when it finished we would be on live and towards the end of our show a disc jockey would turn up and take over.

We were locked out of a radio station and our featured guest was Frank Williams, by then a constructor who had won Grands Prix. From our position in the pub we could monitor everyone going into Radio Victory. Frank, we knew, drove a Jaguar and there were few of those in Portsmouth. The minutes ticked by and to compound our woe there was no sign of Frank. Even had we been able to get in, we had no show, just an hour of air time with the two of us winging it and not even someone on a switchboard so we could not do a phone in, the last resort of a desperate broadcaster.

With about ten minutes to go, we thought that we should press the bell one more time before falling on our swords. Miracle of miracles, the door opened and it was opened by Frank Williams who was on the phone to Patrick Head discussing the hiring of Carlos Reutemann and there was still nobody else in the building. How had he done that?

Frank never did tell us how he got in, let alone how he was able to drive into the station without us noticing. I am not a superstitious man, I am stainless steel atheist, sceptic and rationalist, but Frank caused me problems that night.