Fantasy Formula 1 - Germany: The other stuff

Whilst the Mrs basks in the warm glow of finding out who died in CSI, I bring you the random grab-bag of oddities relating to Sunday's scintillating (but parky) German GP. First up, the driver and team stats:

Naughty corner: Buemi for assisting with Heidfeld's spectacular exit from the race. Wake up, not-as-good-as-the-other-one-Seb!

Hero: Hamilton was actually on form this weekend, and managed to be polite, cheerful and not a complete git. Impressive.

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was Lewis, with 27 points.

The top three drivers so far are Vettel with 224, Webber on 174 and Hamilton with 160. Oh surprise, surprise - Maldonado STILL hasn't scored anything.

The top three teams so far are Red Bull on 228, McLaren with 216 and Ferrari (up 1) on 168. Renault finally drop out of the top 3. For the first time this FF1 season, Red Bull's points aren't entirely made up of Seb's score.

It's back to the front for me thanks to Ian's rubbish score, but the distant thunder of the big spenders is drawing steadily nearer. Can the expensive teams out haul us frugal-types in the second half of the season? So the top step has been: Heather (1 race), Neil (3), Me (4), Ian (1), Me again (1).

And still the gap from front to back reduces - it's now 259 points only...

Fantasy Formula 1: Where Eddie Jordan had to give that jacket back to the lady he stole it from. And the underwear too.

Next race: It's only this weekend, innit?! The Hungarian GP is on the 31st of July.

(Tunes now courtesy of the other New Musik CD in the double set, called "Anywhere".)

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