After an agonising five-month wait, the 2007 MotoGP season starts tomorrow! If you're in the UK and you have a telly, it all cranks up at 11.30AM on BBC2. Seriously folks. The last season was the most wild and thrilling spectacle I'd ever witnessed. More exciting than say, being trapped naked in a tub of Nutella with Ed O'Brien from Radiohead. And 2007 is set to be a cracker, with Valentino Rossi on pole and looking to claw back the title he lost last year. To make things interesting, everyone is on new 800cc bikes that look to be even speedier than the old fellas. My grandmother used to be a hardcore rugby league fan; nothing would come between her and the Parramatta Eels. We showed up for a visit one Mother's Day and she made us all sit quietly in the kitchen and completely ignored us until half time. It's only now that I can understand her priorities. I've entered all the MotoGP dates into my diary and all social engagements, holidays and haircuts between now and November shall be arranged around the race calendar. So. If you have just 45 minutes to spare every couple of weeks, I urge you to give the two-wheeled soap opera a chance. There's plenty of characters and crashes and OVERTAKING, unlike those Formula 1 ponces. There's bimbo brolly girls and midget men in leather suits with horrible designs. Just give it a go, is all I'm saying. Somebody, share my joy!