Hispania. Or not. Who knows?

Hispania have been announced dead and buried so many times, you's think they'd change their name to Zombie F1. And whilst they "launched" their new car the other day, it isn't actually going to appear until the testing immediately before the first race. Like last year. If they make it at all.

And it's not clear if the car pictured above with the snazzy paint job actually exists, or if that's last year's car with a spray-job, or even just a nice computer-generated image.

Still - it looks the part, doesn't it? Not like last year's cars that looked like someone forgot to finish the painting after they'd put the undercoat on.

Surprisingly, they did manage to finish quite a few races last year, but had a variety of cash-friendly drivers. They've only announced Narain Karthikeyan so far, so a seat is still free. It says "This could be you" on the sidepod. I've got £30 in my wallet and I'm free most Sunday's...

Likely result this year? Trying to keeep out of the way whilst being lapped, or battling with Virgin for last place. Or.... just last place.

(Post-Electric Light Orchestra group (featuring some former members) The Orchestra are currently entertaining me with their splendid album from '01 "No Rewind".)

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