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Fantasy Formula 1 - China results

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Nice one, Britney!

The blonde one with the sticky-out ears (not Samantha Brick, no) finally broke a somewhat lengthy duck and won his first race. Not only that, he did it in commanding style.

Meanwhile, everyone else seemingly needed to visit Kwik-Fit a bit, er, kwicker, as clapped-out tyres saw drivers dropping down the order faster than Norbert can see off a tray of pies.

And so we come to the not inconsiderable matter of the Fantasy F1 scores. Well, it's like dis. And, in all probability, dat, too:
 

RACE RESULT

Position
Name
  Points
1
Andy
86
2
Paul
85
3
Tony
78
4
Kristin
74
5
Chris
70
6
Martin S
67
7
Heather
66
8
Olie B
64
8
James
64
=10
Ian S
63
=10
Henry
63
12
Jennifer
59
13
Scott
58
14
Cally
56
15
Elmon
54
16
Mark S
52
=17
Jane
48
=17
Stephen H
48
=17
Owen
48
=17
Jade
48
=17
Peter Ga
48
=22
Nigel
47
=22
Steve M
47
=24
Ollie C
42
=24
Claire
42
26
Russell
41
27
Tony's Mum
34
28
Martin R
32
29
Aaron
27
30
Ian J
24
31
Tiff
19
32
Peter Gr
18
33
Mark E
9

Which means some stuff happens to some numbers (or something technical like that) and we wind up with this:


RUNNING TOTAL

Movement
Position
Name
  Points
=
1
Mark E
109
+2
2
Peter Ga
98
-1
3
Ian J
81
-1
4
Peter Gr
72
=
5
Nigel
69
-1
6
Tiff
41
=
7
Scott
38
+1
=8
Claire
2
=
=8
Aaron
2
+2
10
Cally
-14
-1
11
Jade
-17
+1
12
Mark S
-26
-2
13
Martin R
-34
=
14
Owen
-55
+1
15
Jennifer
-96
-1
16
Steve M
-97
=
17
Jane
-128
+1
18
Heather
-142
-1
19
Russell
-150
+1
20
Elmon
-182
-1
21
Tony's Mum
-184
=
22
Stephen H
-198
=
23
James
-205
=
24
Tony
-207
=
25
Chris
-227
=
26
Martin S
-246
+1
27
Kristin
-268
-1
28
Ollie C
-288
=
29
Ian S
-298
=
30
Olie B
-301
+1
31
Paul
-311
-1
32
Henry
-314
=
33
Andy
-346

My freefall through the field begins. Top 3 was fun while it lasted...

(Skinny tie poprock extravaganza tonigh - Franz Ferdinand's "You Could Have It So Much Better".)
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