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Fantasy Formula 1 - Monaco results

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It's fair to say that the TV I watched the Monaco GP on was a bit small.

I can therefore confidently say that a car won, and it may have been a darkish colour. Actually, it was a bit like what listening to F1 on the radio is like, only with, mercifully, a lot less James Allen. 100% less in fact, although he does seem to pop up in the post race interviews, before I can turn the sound off.

On the bright side, Coulthard didn't have as many "Care Bz" to talk about as usual. Win.

Good to see Maldonado proving my "grumpy man on twitter repeatedly says that Pastor is a bit rubbish" campaign is not completely misguided, anyway.

Still, you didn't come here to read my ramblings - if you did I'd be making money out of it somehow, maybe by advertising products in the middle of my blog posts, go to McDonalds, which would just be silly, Colgate Toothpaste beats cavities.

And so.... the results:


RACE RESULT
  Position

Name
Points
=1
Chris
86
=1
Ollie C
86
=3
Olie B
77
=3
Ian S
77
5
Martin S
73
6
Kristin
69
=7
Tiff
68
=7
Paul
68
9
Jane
66
10
Stephen H
65
11
Nigel
64
12
Jennifer
60
13
Claire
59
=14
Tony
58
=14
Andy
58
=14
Mark E
58
17
Martin R
57
18
Owen
56
19
James
53
20
Elmon
52
21
Steve M
51
22
Mark S
48
23
Tony's Mum
47
24
Henry
46
=25
Ian J
44
=25
Cally
44
=27
Peter Gr
42
=27
Peter Ga
42
29
Russell
38
30
Scott
37
31
Jade
30
32
Heather
22
33
Aaron
18

And after remembering to plug things on, AND switch them on, the running totals look something like this...


RUNNING TOTAL

Movement
Position
Name
 Points
=
1
Mark E
268
=
2
Nigel
217
=
3
Peter Ga
192
+1
4
Ian J
167
-1
5
Peter Gr
166
+2
6
Tiff
155
-1
7
Scott
151
-1
8
Claire
149
+2
9
Martin R
113
+4
10
Owen
99
+2
11
Steve M
98
=
=12
Cally
96
-2
=12
Jade
96
-5
14
Aaron
92
+1
15
Jennifer
83
-1
16
Mark S
75
+2
17
Jane
59
=
18
Elmon
48
-2
19
Russell
35
=
20
Heather
6
+1
=21
James
5
=
=21
Tony's Mum
5
=
23
Tony
-2
+1
24
Chris
-30
-1
25
Stephen H
-49
=
26
Martin S
-53
+3
27
Ollie C
-74
-1
28
Kristin
-79
-1
29
Ian S
-81
+1
30
Olie B
-84
-2
31
Paul
-91
=
32
Henry
-152
=
33
Andy
-172

I know! Amazing, isn't it!

Spectacularly late race review will be up tomorrow.

(The future is now! Well, 1995 to be precise. I'm listening to the Human League's Octopus. Please stop looking at me like that - you're frightening the other passengers.)
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