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British GP qualifying - Bad for Button


Oh dear.

Whilst everyone seems pretty thrilled to be at a revitalised Silverstone for this weekend's British Grand Prix, Jenson Button is probably wondering what the hell went wrong at his home race during qualifying.

McLaren tried to rush through the blown rear diffuser pioneered by Red Bull, but couldn't get it working properly and wound up having to revert to their old system. Whilst Hamilton was able to recover to a reasonable 4th place, Jenson wound up in 14th.

Vettel sang the praises of the new circuit from his car immediately after getting pole, whilst Webber finished just behind him in second. There was then a vast (in F1 terms anyway) 0.6 second gap to Alonso in his Ferrsri, fresh from yet another waving-at-someone-like-it-will-make-a-difference episode.

Whilst it may be pouring at home in Cumbria, it's 25C and Sunny at Silverstone, and tomorrow afternoon we find out if the Red Bull team can actually get both cars to the end without them breaking down or crashing into each other. If they can, it looks like it could be a dominant victory. Mind you... how many times have we thought that this year?

In other F1 news, Senna got dropped by Hispania in favour of Sakon Yamamoto who hasn't raced since 96. You could tell too - he was hardly able to keep his head up in quali. Good luck in the race then... Maybe if the team sellotape his helmet to the airbox....? Kubica has signed to Renault for a further two years, a sensible decision when you realise that all the other top seats have gone for next year at least.

Enjoyed BBC's coverage today (breakdowns and sound issues notwithstanding), especially the Huw Edwards intro (but why was he talking so sloooowwwwllllyyyyy?), seeing Murray Walker outwitting the new boys, and everyone taking the piss out of Eddie Jordan's (lack of) dress sense.

Roll on 1pm tomorrow...

(Toons today from OK GO's album "Oh No")

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