You're pulling 4-5G for a lot of the corners around the lap. We build up lactic acid because there are a lot of vibrations in the car and you have to have strong legs to hit the brake pedal. We need to be fit to do every lap at 100%.

A lot of people think Formula One isn't a sport because everyone drives a car when they go to work in the morning. But we're pulling up to six G on a corner or during breaking which is almost like being a fighter pilot. So we have to do a lot of work on our neck muscles.

The fast flowing parts the high-speed corners that's where a Formula One car is at its best - changes of direction pulling high g-forces left and right.

To understand the intensity of driving an F1 car you have to be in it. When you're driving a 750hp machine at 200mph the noise and the vibrations are incredible. The G-force when you take big corners is like someone trying to rip your head off. You hit the brakes and it feels as if the skin is being pulled off your body.

Losses have propelled me to even bigger places so I understand the importance of losing. You can never get complacent because a loss is always around the corner. It's in any game that you're in - a business game or whatever - you can't get complacent.

Behind every small business there's a story worth knowing. All the corner shops in our towns and cities the restaurants cleaners gyms hair salons hardware stores - these didn't come out of nowhere.

Mickey Mouse popped out of my mind onto a drawing pad 20 years ago on a train ride from Manhattan to Hollywood at a time when business fortunes of my brother Roy and myself were at lowest ebb and disaster seemed right around the corner.

Most of the things we decide are not what we know to be the best. We say yes merely because we are driven into a corner and must say something.

What is sacred among one people may be ridiculous in another and what is despised or rejected by one cultural group may in a different environment become the cornerstone for a great edifice of strange grandeur and beauty.

There were a few teachers who just did not like me because of my face. Once I was told to stand in the corner until I cheered up. The attitude was 'Oh for God's sake what's the matter with him?' But it's just a natural expression.