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Fantasy F1 - Australia results (revised)

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OK, I admit it. I'm not the perfect human being you all thought I was.

True, I am devilishly handsome, have great taste in clothes and am a monster hit with the ladies. However, my calculating skills are a little dodgy. Still, small price to pay for all the dazzling wonderfulness, eh?

Anyway, I forgot to add in points for Force India, thus doing several people out of 11 points. Here's the revised race result:


RACE RESULT
Position
Name
Points
1
Andy
106
2
Elmon
104
3
Olie B
103
3
James
103
5
Russell
101
6
Ollie C
100
7
Paul
95
8
Ian S
92
9
Stephen H
88
10
Heather
79
10
Tony
79
12
Steve M
77
12
Kristin
77
14
Tony's Mum
76
15
Mark E
71
16
Henry
69
17
Claire
66
17
Martin S
66
19
Cally
65
19
Jennifer
65
21
Owen
64
21
Jade
64
23
Chris
63
23
Jane
63
25
Martin R
62
26
Nigel
60
27
Mark S
53
27
Aaron
53
29
Peter Gr
48
30
Tiff
36
31
Scott
34
32
Ian J
15
33
Peter Ga
11

And the updated totals:



RUNNING TOTAL

Movement
Position
Name
Points
-
1
Mark E
22
-
2
Ian J
-5
-
3
Peter Gr
-14
-
4
Peter Ga
-20
-
5
Tiff
-40
-
6
Aaron
-53
-
7
Nigel
-70
-
8
Scott
-72
-
9
Claire
-109
-
10
Cally
-110
-
11
Jade
-111
-
12
Mark S
-142
-
13
Owen
-151
-
14
Martin R
-153
-
15
Jennifer
-227
-
16
Jane
-229
-
17
Steve M
-239
-
17
Russell
-239
-
19
Heather
-249
-
20
Elmon
-288
-
21
Tony's Mum
-290
-
22
Tony
-313
-
23
Stephen H
-317
-
24
Chris
-329
-
25
James
-344
-
26
Martin S
-381
-
27
Kristin
-398
-
28
Ollie C
-420
-
29
Henry
-421
-
30
Ian S
-428
-
31
Olie B
-432
-
32
Paul
-440
-
33
Andy
-460

Let us never speak of this dark day again....
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