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Do you remember selecting members for your team at school?

Not a 'proper' team, arranged by the psychopathic PE teacher with the over-tight shorts and a tendency to shout a lot in a way that implied he was strangely compensating for something, but a mates team, during lunchtime.

Captains get appointed and take it in turns to pick from the assembled mass.

Well, the BBC have finally announced their TV F1 lineup. And it's clear Sky got to pick first. And second too. They've swiped the excellent Martin Brundle and Ted Kravitz (along with everyone from Five Live), so it was fair to say I wasn't expecting much. And I got even less. Alongside Coulthard, Humphrey (with his increasing twitter obsession about fitness training, his personal fitness guru and motivational phrases), Jordan and McKenzie, will be Gary Anderson and Ben Edwards.

Gary Anderson I know - avuncular tech geezer, who spent a lot of time with EJ at Jordan. Cue Eddie joshing about how little he paid him etc. He'll be the Technical Analyst. Ben Edwards has commentated on F1 for Eurosport and F1 Digital. Which I guess, in terms of viewer numbers, is a bit like me shouting "you twat!" at Lewis Hamilton from the comfort of my armchair. Not that I do that. Not more than 3 times a race, anyway.

I hope Ben Edwards is good - he's got big shoes to fill. As I'm skint and can't afford Sky, I don't have a lot of choice. Any thoughts of catching the race live on the radio have been well and truly scuppered by James Allen getting that job. Brrrrrrr.

Still, he could have landed the TV commentary job. Then I'd have had to take up watching the All Nations Gurning Championships For Women. Again.

(Blogging at work today, so its MP3's on Random - right now its Lady GaGa. Crikey.)
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