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Fantasy Formula 1 - Singapore: The other stuff

Right then. It would appear my cellar is haunted by a ghost that steals nails. Pretty niche I know, but that's what I'm contending with. That and the fact that, 38 years ago, someone used the Daily Mirror as insulation.

Yes. My life is strange, isn't it? Thanks for pointing that out.

Anyway, here's the driver and team stats following the Singapore GP at the weekend...


Naughty corner: Getting that vote yet again this season (its the only thing he's winning) is Lewis Hamilton. Another clumsy, desperate move on Massa. The only good thing about this is that the earstudded one has stopped complaining that he's being victimised by the stewards. Does this mean he's realised he's driving like a prat? Almost certainly not, no.

Hero: On the other side of the McLaren garage, Button quietly got on with it and once again put in a no-dramas quality race to 2nd place. Who's best McLaren driver this season? (Clue: Not Lewis.)

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was the Sebulator, with a pole/win total of 26.

The top 3 drivers so far are Vettel on 321, Button with 233 and Alonso on 222. Heidfeld still clings on in 8th, with more than double the points of Petrov and Senna put together!

The top 3 teams so far are Red Bull on 325, McLaren with 310 and Ferrari on 238. Best of the new teams? In FF1 land it's Virgin.

Henry extends his lead this race and the leaders and their number of races out front have been: Heather (1), Neil (3), Me (4), Ian (1), Me again (1), Henry (3).

The gap from first to last has widened again this race; its now 358 points.

Fantasy Formula 1: Where Massa just went and stuck a banana up Lewis's exhaust pipe (and no, that isn't a euphamism).

Next race: Uh-oh. Early start. The Japanese GP is on the box at 6am on October the 9th. Vettel might be World Champ by the time you wake up!


(Yes, I am still listening to a-ha CD's. I'm up to 2005's "Analogue" now.)

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