Fantasy Formula 1 - China: the other stuff

Evenin' all. How the devil are you? Really? Ooh. Nasty.

Time once more for some random Fantasy Formula 1 stuff, to conclude out extended, red button, uber-coverage of the Chinese GP. In High Def. And Dolby 5.1 Surround Sound. With a flake on top.

Naughty corner: Whoever/whatever cocked-up Schumi’s chances of being on the podium by fumbling the wheel nut during his pitstop.

Hero: It can only be the blonde bombshell himself, Britney Rosberg. After all this time, when it came together for him, it REALLY came together!

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was Rosberg, with 26 points.

Mark E manages race number 3 at the head of table, but the chasing pack is closing in. Can he keep it up...?

Front to back gap – 455 points. That’s quite a large number, isn’t it?

In the FF1 World Championship, the best driver so far is in fact two of them... and it’s not who you might think. Alonso and Perez are joint leaders so far, with Massa the worst driver to have picked (not that anyone did) as he’s yet to score anything. The team standings see McLaren up front and HRT at the back.

Fantasy Formula 1: Where Norbert is still smiling like a Cheshire cat on laughing gas.

Next race: Apparently it’s on... for now. Bahrain time (it’s like Hammer Time, but more violent) is this Sunday the 22^nd of April. If you’re watching it on the BBC, good luck. Their highlights coverage is scheduled to last a massive 80 minutes at 5pm.

Try not to blink.

(Exceedingly old Blues recording alert! Blind Boy Fuller, from the 30's, is furnishing me with some Heart Ease Blues. Shake That Shimmy!)

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