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We now know a bit more about the BBC's F1 coverage for next year - it's probably best if you don't get TOO excited.

Whilst Sky are busy launching their new dedicated F1 channel and getting their bank account reinforced, we already know that the excellent Brundle and equally good Kravitz are heading their direction. Along with just about everyone from 5Live, plus 3 microphones, a desk, 9 cameras and a slightly dented filing cabinet. And a lot of viewers.

And what are us hopeless poor people (or conscientious Murdoch objectors) getting in return? Ben Edwards!

Who?

Ben Edwards! He did some Touring Car commentary apparently. Ooo... tumbleweed!

In response to my terrified question on twitter "Please tell me he's not another Legard/Allen?!", I was advised that he's nearly as interesting and good as those two by @Pickledegg101 and @BBQMushroom. I've not met either of these fine, upstanding twitchums, but obviously I value their opinions without question and believe them completely. I am therefore not filled with joyous anticipation.

Mr Edwards will be doing his best to commentate with Coulthard, whilst the Scottish Ex-F1 driver repeatedly says KERS in a way that sounds like 'cares', and sides with the front-runners and teams as usual. Still, we won't be seeing very much of the minnows in our 10 cut-down-coverage races anyway, will we?

No particular criticism of Sky, Brundle or Kravitz though. Sky are wisely putting together a team of excellent people. Shame the BBC can't offer them the right package financially, or in terms of coverage, needed to retain them.

Next year, although the BBC will have a full crew at all races, they will also be fighting with Sky to get interviews and time with the teams, which I'm guessing will mean less for the BBC.

Happy Christmas.

(Some ancient Blues dude called Bill Bill Broonzy is currently entertaining me with his "Whiskey And Good Time Blues".)
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