The Grosjean Genie

You wait ages for a Frenchman in F1, then two arrive at once.

Hot on the heels of Pic, comes Grosjean. Or, to be more accurate, comes Grosjean again.

Romain replaced Piquet Jr back in '09 and drove 7 races fore Renault, with a best result of 13th. After a couple of years back in the shallow end of motorsport, he won the GP2 championship this year, so maybe he's ready this time.

With Lotus Renault going for the 'most number of drivers in 3 seasons award' (Kubica, Petrov, Heidfeld, Senna, Raikkonen, Grosjean) Romain will need to find his feet pretty rapidly - the team aren't that French any more, and failure isn't likely to be tolerated.

It should be interesting to see how he gets on against Kimi. His problem is that, even if he trounces our Finnish friend, people will still question his ability, as Kimi is a tad... how can we put this...? Out of favour, and possibly out of form.

It should be interesting to see how the team get on. Can they improve enough to be back up there with the top teams? And are these the drivers to do it?

You'll need to be tres bien, old bean...

(I can't tell you what CD I'm listening to... you'd laugh. Use your powers of deduction and my obsession with alphabetical listening though, and you might just figure it out. It's one of those nights...)

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