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Fantasy Formula 1: Britain - The other stuff

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Hello. Welcome to another meeting of the Pastor Maldonado Fan Club.

Hello? Is this microphone working? Hello...? Anybody there?

Oh. Right.

Good to see that Mark Webber has sealed his Silverstone victory by planting his signature at the bottom of a Red Bull contract for next season. Nice one, mate!

To celebrate this momentous occasion, let's have the random bits from The British GP shall we? Jolly good.

Naughty corner: The weather. A bit of rain and a Formula 1 race is usually a good thing, but the fact that it knackered up the race weekend for so many of those wanting to go to qualifying was simply not... er... cricket.

Hero: The fans. Nowhere else in the world do they seem to be so into Formula 1. Even the weather didn’t put them off. Mad. But in a good way.

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was Webber, with a splendid 27 points.

He’s led all season... and he still does. Mark E has been out front for 9 races now, and his lead only fell slightly this race. It’s still a comfortable 62 points.

Front to back gap? It narrowed this race, and is now an achievable 422 points. Did I say achievable? I meant hopeless.

In FF1 world, Alonso retains his position as best driver to have picked, with Webber moving up into 2nd place. Pedro de la Rosa is still the driver with the weediest score. Red Bull have taken over from Lotus as best team to own, whilst HRT are still about as useful as a waterproof tea bag.

Oh dear, Ian J. 8 points from this race? Join the list of 3 most hopeless scores of the year. And you were already on it too. Tsk.

Next race: It’s German GP time! (Like Hammer Time, but with lederhosen.) 22nd July for that one.

(Old School rock tonight, in the form of Led Zeppelin's "Remasters". It's been a long time since the rock and roll...)
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