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Narain again

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Funny old game, Formula 1. At the start of last season, you would have happily concluded that Karun Chandhok would be the likely candidate for sole Indian driver in 2011.

He now seems unlikely to get a seat this year, and instead Narain Kathikeyan has landed a drive at Hispania. Karthikeyan last drove in F1 five years ago. If you want an idea of how long that is in real terms, he was driving for Jordan at the time. Yes, it's that long ago. He didn't exactly shine then, and whilst the ever-optimistic (because he has no choice) Mr Kolles reckons he'll be even better now, that seems pretty unlikely. I'm guessing that instead of his talent growing, his sponsorship pot has, with India providing the venue for a new race this season. That makes him attractive to a team struggling to even find a shoestring, let alone run on one.

However, it gives me the excellent opportunity to get into Marketing Mode and think of a snappy headline should Narain make it to testing in a few weeks' time. How about....

Narain in Spain whose driving's rather plain.

I'll get me coat.

(Cassette in the player at the mo is the brilliant "Flashback" collection by ELO. As I believe I may have mentioned before, Jeff Lynne is a certified genius.)
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