Getting away with it...

So. The Ferrari International Assistance (FIA) are not taking any further action against the team after their subtle-as-a-transvestite-with-a-mustache team orders incident.

Hmmm. I was at least hoping for a suspended ban, although they got basically the same. Nothing. I understand that team orders happen - course they do. But right now they're banned, and the chaps in red took the Michael by making it so very obvious. F1 fans aren't stupid (me excluded, obviously) and it made people very angry that they thought they could get away with something so obvious.

The most galling part is that we might see Skeletor, sorry, Luca di Grumpizemelo, looking irritatingly smug on the TV. He has two expressions really - the indignant/defiant/"I'm right" one and the "See, we WERE right" one. Expect to see the latter. Unfortunately.

Should be good to hear from Stefano Dominoespizzaicali as well. Nice bloke, but he doesn't make sense all that often. I'm expecting something along the lines of "You know, we understand FIA's pozeetion and appreciate their deceeezion, but, you know, eena Formula One, it ees impossible to make thees happen without team believing that they can race ona Sunday without the full beleef that theengs will not always happen this way. You know? For sure." Uh-huh. Er.... no, actually.

Anyone else think Rob Smedley is the best for his radio messages? Apart from the obvious FERNANDO IS FASTER THAN YOU one, he's also the guy who said "Easy Felipe Baby" to his driver. Top lad.

Looking forward to Monza this weekend!!

(Listening to Steve Wright on Radio 2. Aleesha Dixon is on - man, she's got a dirty laugh!)

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