"Hi Gord. Bernie here."
"Hi Bernie! How's tricks?"
"Not bad, not bad. Bit of a problem with the trouble and strife, but musn't grumble I suppose."
"Anyway. About your idea for a Snow Grand Prix."
"I like it. I like it a lot. Cars with studded tyres, cars bouncing off snowbanks, head-up displays for the drivers, and the first ever global sporting event covered entirely in the infrared part of the spectrum. Nobody will be able to get to the track, but hey, plus ca change..."
"Thing is, the only parts of the world which can afford to pay for the right to host a Grand Prix these days, tend to be in the Middle East and South-East Asia. The countries with territory in the Arctic circle tend to be a bit flaky with the old GDP, and no-one seems to own Antarctica yet. At the end of the day, Gordon, Formula 1 is owned by a private equity company which needs to recoup its investment in some way. So..."
"I understand Bernie. It was only an idea."
"Oh, same old, same old..."