Fantasy Formula 1: Canada - The other stuff

I wonder if Lewis has started complaining again yet?

What am I thinking? Of course he has. The champagne was probably too cold, or Martin Whitmarsh's nipples were too pointy. Still, nice to see him win, and take a least a few minutes off from the grumblefest - he's starting to make me look like a cheerful person.

Naughty corner: Everyone was pretty well behaved, weren’t they? I’ll have to go with Lee Mackenzie’s continuing over-use of the phrase “Just tell us..” on the BBC coverage, which she’s fronting whilst Jake Humphrey nips off to that footballerist thingy.

Hero: I’m going with Perez – he made up 12 places to finish on the podium. Good work, Speedy!

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was Perez, with a huge 39 points for anyone that picked him. Which none of us did. D’oh.

Mark E’s stranglehold on FF1 2012 continues for a 7th race, although his lead has dropped to an achievable 34 points...

Front to back gap has crept up again to 444 points. Ouch.

Hamilton takes the lead in the FF1 tables, with Perez now up to 2nd. De la Rosa is still very much last. On the team front, its Lotus in the lead, with Sauber up to 3rd, largely thanks to Sergio’s ability to go for ages on the same set of tyres! Caterham and HRT still fall firmly into the “Phew, I’m glad I didn’t pick them!” category.

Interestingly, only 4 of our FF1 competitors didn’t change places this race – the two at the front and the two at the back.

Next race: Remember to set your alarm clock to go off every 10 minutes to keep you awake – the next stop is the European GP in Valencia on June the 24th. Zzzzz.

(Still listening to JMJ, and a bootleg copy of the unreleased "Music For Supermarkets". Tres bien.)

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