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Paul Hardcastle once had a tune he called “19” that went N-n-n-n-n-nineteen, nineteen, nineteen, n-n-n-n-nineteen (you get the picture). He probably wouldn’t give a fig then that the F1 calendar for next year has been published with... yup, 19races! Here’s what you’ve got to look forward to:

March 14 - Bahrain (Sakhir)
March 28 - Australia (Melbourne)
April 4 - Malaysia (Sepang)
April 18 - China (Shanghai)
May 9 - Spain (Barcelona)
May 16 - Monaco (Monte Carlo)
May 30 - Turkey (Istanbul)
June 13 - Canada (Montreal)
June 27 - Europe (Valencia)
July 11 - Great Britain (Silverstone)
July 25 - Germany (Hockenheim)
August 1 - Hungary (Budapest)
August 29 - Belgium (Spa-Francorchamps)
September 12 - Italy (Monza)
September 26 - Singapore (Singapore)
October 10 - Japan (Suzuka)
October 24 - South Korea
November 7 - Brazil (Interlagos)
November 14 - Abu Dhabi (Yas Marina)

South Korea has to hang on a bit for confirmation, as the circuit has to be holomo.. homalogoat... homergo.. approved first.

Permission to bounce up and down in my chair with excitement? Thanks.... Wheeeee!

(Now drinking - a warming mug of Aero Hot Chocolate. Well, it is only 4C out. Contains 112% of your RDA of sugar, salt, fat and some other stuff!)

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