Rubens - Old enough to be your Dad

Rubens Barrichello has been signed for another season at Williams, whilst his "look at me, I got a pole" team-mate Nico Hulkenburgerbananarama has been dumped.

I haven't done that maths (and frankly, I'm just too lazy to do that sort of exhaustive research anyway) but this will be the cheery Brazilian's 19th season in F1, won't it?

So, theoretically, some new whipper-snapper joining F1 could actually have been in the process of being born when Rubens first fired up an F1 car and said "I quite like this - maybe I'll stick around for a bit".

Nice one Rubhino - F1 wouldn't be the same without you. Particularly enjoyed your decision not to get bullied by that other old geezer from Germany when he came back after a bit of time in the Old Drivers Home For Bewildered Multiple Champions, where he had been "recuperating" due to his terrible problem of forgetting that it wasn't dodgems, and the idea isn't to push the others off the black staff. Seems the electro-shock treatment didn't work though.

Anyway, I digress (just for a change). I like Rubens. I hope Team Willy carry on rising (did I just type that?) and give him a decent mount (stop it now) so he can show the kids how to do it. But hopefully not like your Dad on the dancefloor at a wedding after 4 pints.

(Tonight's fine tunes supplied by Elvis Costello from 99's "The Very Best Of")

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