Fantasy Formula 1: Hungary - the other stuff

Tip of the week - never visit your Doctor on the first day of your week off work - unless you have a desire to spend your 'holiday' miserable.

I'm now being referred to see a physiotherapist for my dodgy back, and am on antibiotics just in case my little tick chums gave me more than just a bite, and actually let me have Lyme Disease as a thank you for having me for lunch. Gits.

Anyway, my week still isn't as bad as the Team GP Olympic medal haul, so let's get The Other Stuff out of the way shall we? We can then all get home for some tea.

Naughty corner: You know what? I’m going for Seb, for that totally pointless rant on the radio. He always seemed such a nice boy, too...

Hero: Grosjean, 2nd on the grid, nearly punted into oblivion by the Kimster and he was still smiling after the race. Hope he wins soon.

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

Who’s winning FF1? Yup. Still Mark E. Still by 63 points. Is he unstoppable? Or can he be stopped? Which would mean he wasn’t unstoppable? I’ve stopped now.

404 points between first and last place now. Easy.

In Fantasy Formula 1 terms, Alonso is still leading the pack, whilst Perez clings on to third, even though he didn’t score at this race. Guess what? Pedro de la Rosa is still last. Shocker. In the team stakes, Lotus are back in the lead again, with Ferrari behind them. Hispania are still woefully last.

Annoying thing time! There is now no race for 5 whole weeks, until the F1 circus pitches it’s big top (using carbon fibre poles, probably) in Spa on the 2nd of September. Yes I know. That’s 2 months away. It’s not my fault, dammit.

So... have a smashing summer, bailing out your lounge and praying for it to stop raining, whilst the kids complain endlessly that it’s NOT FAIR, and all that’s on TV is the Lympic thing, and flying ants invade your home, just before the wasps show up. Hurrah! Good luck...

(Cheery music to lighten the mood - Marillion's "Brave" album. Oh. Hang on... yeah.)

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