Off to a shaky start

Damn. It's starting to look worrying like the opening Bahrain Grand Prix might not happen.

The GP2 event scheduled for today was cancelled, due to the ongoing civil unrest requiring all medical staff to be at hospitals rather than hanging around at a racetrack. Which makes quite good sense, when you think about it.

Whilst I wish the people of Bahrain a swift and satisfactory solution to their problems, I've got to say I'll be mightily sad if the race doesn't take place. Let us hope that things get sorted out quickly, but as it stands, I'm seriously thinking that we might have to wait another couple of weeks, until the Australian GP, for the season to start. It would also mean the teams can't do the testing scheduled for the week before the race, so the forthcoming session might be their last.

How about all the drivers have to turn up somewhere and take part in a Superstars-style contest that weekend instead. That'd be fun. Ooh, no, hang on... It's A Knockout.

"And McLaren are playing their Joker.... let's see how Hamilton gets on pulling the trolley of cheeses up the slippery slope whilst attached to the bungee cord and... HE'S GONE! BBBwWWAAAaaagh hhhhhhhaaahhahahahahaha.....!!!!!"

You get the drift.

(Spot of the Reggae tonight, with the mightily groovy Easy Star All-Stars funking-up Pink Floyd with their "Dub Side Of The Moon". I'm Jammin'. Possibly.)

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