The (Choc)Iceman Cometh (Back)!

Having exhausted the supply of Coke and Choc Ices in the Rallying community, Kimi Raikkonen is returning to F1 with Renault.

Or Lotus. But not that Lotus. You know, the other one with Senna and Petrov. Only... not with them anymore. Clear? Good.

Although rumours linking him with Williams were interesting, that always seemed pretty unlikely, unless he happened to have a championship winning chassis stuffed down his pants. A a few million quid.

The Renault/Lotus thing was a bit of a shocker, but I'm glad the monosyllabic one is back again. In no particular order, here's my reasoning:

He's a brilliant driver. Sometimes.
He can't be arsed. Sometimes.
He confused the hell out of Ferrari.
6 World Champs on the grid!
He likes choc ices.
He told Martin Brundle he'd been for a s**t.
He doesn't give a damn what anyone thinks about him.
He clearly LOVES being awkward.
He was born in Espoo (hee heee!)

There you go. I think that proves my point (not that I had one in the first place). Welcome back Kimi. I predict Hamilton/Raikkonen being the new Hamilton/Massa.

It's going to be great...

(Thank you, yes, my Man Flu is getting better. To aid with this, I'm taking additional cappuccinos, and listening to Bowling For Soup's 2005 album "Goes To The Movies". Loud.)

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