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Last place on the F1 grid goes to....

Vitantonio Liuzzi! Woo! Yeah! And the lucky Italian gets to drive... an HRT! Oh, hang on. That's not very good though, is it?

Mind you, anyone who ever, in the whole history of time, sported a hair-do like that one seriously deserves a place in the crappiest car on the grid. Actually that's a bit unfair. We have no evidence that they've actually got a car for the Force India reject to drive.

Liuzzi (as previously mentioned in my Team Fifi article) dumped Mr Style, even though he had a contract for another year, so that they could stick that Scottish lad with the un-Scottish name (di Resta) in the car instead. Tonio underperformed seriously, as he seems to have done for most of his time in F1 (He was in a Red Bull at one point, lest we forget), so perhaps Hispania are his last chance to prove himself.

If he gets thrashed by his new team-mate Karthikeyan, it'll definitely be game over. Having said that, we're not even sure if it's game on yet, are we? Can HRT manage to make it to the last 2 days of testing before the new season starts? If they can, it'll be 2 more days of testing than they managed last year...

(On the cassette deck tonight: Thomas Dolby's "Astronauts & Heretics" from '92.)

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