Force India: Team Fifi's big chance?

Hands up who thinks FIFI are going to move up the field this year, and perhaps catch one of the bigger teams having an off-season? Renault, perhaps? Maybe Mercedes? Anyone? Hello?

Precisely. Probably the only people bigging that up as a serious possibility are Force India's Marketing department. People who work in Marketing Departments are dribbling, incoherant nincompoops, with a twisted sense of reality. Yes, I do work in a Marketing Department, you're quite right. I rest my case.

Vijay's mob came a pretty dismal 8th last year, having been reasonably quick in '09. They seriously need to arrest that slide. Slight problem is, they've been losing key technical staff as rapidly as I see off Cadbury products, so it doesn't look overly promising.

Adrian Sutil keeps his seat, but isn't likely to set it on fire any time soon, despite various people trumpeting him as one of F1's next big things. Wee laddie Paul di Resta finally gets the F1 call up, and seems well respected. If he can stick it to Sutil by mid season, then he'll have proved that all the berks who kept overlooking him were indeed big-time wrong. Good to have another Brit in F1 though. I might need to change my name....

(Having foolishly revealed on twitter this week that I am, in fact, hideously old, I'm proving the point tonight by listening to Pink Floyd. Shine On You Crazy Diamond...)

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