Now that's more like it!

OK, I think this is definitely the sexiest F1 car of the season. I know some haven't been launched yet, but they'll have to go it some to beat Team Lotus. It's a beaut.

Massively more sophisticated than last year's effort, this one actually looks the part. Good on Team Lotus too for sticking to their guns over the naming rights argy-bargy going on with the Renault-Lotus version. The plucky little blighters with Mike Gasgoyne at the helm are a friendly, dedicated bunch, who seem to be going about the business of Formula 1 in a less corporate, buttoned-down way than most of their loftier competitors. Me likey.

Their aim for this year is to be bagging regular points and challenging Williams and Renault (or whatever they are now) by season's end. I really do hope they can.

Whilst the car is all-news, with no carry-overs from last season, they are without KERS though, which could be a disadvantage. With experienced old-geezer drivers Jarno (pouty) Trulli and Crikey Heikki Kovaleinen, they've got the skills and experience needed to get the job done if the car is up for it.

Oddly, they launched their car via an e-zine. Still I guess it saves the drivers having to do the usual self-conscious gurning thing in public...

(Tonight, I'm jolly chuffed to be listening to a double CD remaster of Midge Ure's "The Gift", which up until now I only had on vinyl. It's got bags of rare B-sides and Extended mixes on the 2nd CD too, including an unreleased extended mix of "That Certain Smile". Yeeee-ha! Pointy sideburns on standby!)

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