My old man used to tell me, before he left this shitty world, never chase buses or women. You always get left behind.

When Sir Stirling Moss, who was covering F1 for American broadcaster ABC, asked James Hunt, “You’re still extremely fast — how do you do it?” him instantly replied: “Big Balls”.

What winning the 1976 British Grand Prix meant to him: “Nine points, $20,000 and a lot of happiness,” before adding: “Can I grab that cigarette off you?”.

And his plans after winning the world championship? A typically succinct: “I shall be getting drunk”.