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It doesn't matter if it's dry or wet, who's on pole, who's quick or what your talent level is (in some cases, not vey high) - Monaco nearly always provides a great race. 2010 didn't disappoint either. In qualifying a dejected Alonso sat it out after pranging his car big time in the morning, whilst Webber put in a stunning lap (missed by the TV coverage - d'oh) to claim Red Bull's 6th pole of the season. Bob K was a surprising 2nd and Vettel only managed 3rd.

Pretty much straight away the race got exciting as Vettel sneaked past Kubica, followed minutes later by Hulkberg inspecting the barriers a little too closely in his Williams in the tunnel. Button has an unwanted extra in his McLaren leading to an overheated engine.

It was Barrichello's turn later in the race with a crash so fast and violent it made you jump in your seat. Assumingly it got his attention too. Another safety car period ensued, and a 3rd was caused by an drain cover wanting some attention. Drain covers need love too. Remember that.

Just when it looked like Webbo finally could pull out the lead he'd kept trying to, Chandhok and Trulli decided some acrobatics were required and the silver merc was back on track for a 4th appearence.

With some funky new regulation about safety cars and last laps in place, Schumi decided he prefered his version of the rule book and nipped past Alonso for 6th. The race Stewards (including Damon Hill - Oh! The beautiful irony!) felt their copy was better and gave him a 20 second penalty post race for being flippin' cheeky (I'm not sure they actually said that though). 6th became 12th. Woops. Talking of Alonso, last to 6th is pretty good at any racetrack, but at Monaco, his drive was something special.

But the day belonged to Webber. Pole, no mistakes and an emphatic win.

Awesome.

(Tonight it's a 12"/80's stylee collection and an alarmingly funky version of Yes's "Owner Of A Lonely Heart". Sound to me very much like it was taped off the original vinyl using a very cheap C60. Ahhhhh.... cassettes. I miss you.)
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