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Fantasy Formula 1 - Abu Dhabi results

I think I love Kimi Raikkonen.

If you recorded and endless loop of his radio comms with the pitwall guys, and just about any interview he's ever done, I'd happily buy it and play in non-stop like a Bieber-obsessed 12 year old girl.

Today's classic was definitely the surly "leave me alone!", and he'd have won the swearing on the podium prize too, but that Seb just always has to go one f***ing better, doesn't he?

In a truly gargantuan-scoring Fantasy Formula 1 race weekend, the results from today look almost exactly like this:

 
RACE RESULT
 
 
Position
Name
Points
1
Elmon
176
2
Ollie C
166
3
Olie B
154
4
Andy
142
5
Ian S
141
6
Paul
129
=7
James
128
=7
Tony
128
=7
Russell
128
10
Chris
122
11
Tony's Mum
118
12
Claire
110
13
Stephen H
105
14
Kristin
101
15
Jane
100
16
Scott
93
17
Owen
89
18
Martin S
88
19
Heather
80
20
Mark E
79
21
Peter Gr
75
22
Henry
72
23
Steve M
66
=24
Aaron
63
=24
Jade
63
=26
Nigel
58
=26
Martin R
58
=28
Cally
46
=28
Tiff
46
30
Peter Ga
44
31
Mark S
43
32
Ian J
41
33
Jennifer
31

Hear that clunk? That was my jaw hitting the floor. This is what it does to the totals as we head into the final two races (Spoiler Alert! I may not win this year.)

 
RUNNING TOTAL
 
 
Movement
Position
Name
Points
=
1
Elmon
1033
=
2
Ollie C
997
=
3
James
917
=
4
Olie B
908
+2
5
Ian S
879
+3
6
Russell
858
-1
7
Tony's Mum
857
-3
8
Claire
850
+2
9
Tony
842
-2
10
Mark E
813
+2
11
Paul
790
-2
12
Steve M
788
-1
13
Nigel
765
+1
14
Jane
758
+6
15
Chris
745
=
16
Kristin
744
+1
17
Stephen H
743
+5
18
Andy
738
-2
=19
Martin S
727
-1
=19
Owen
727
-7
21
Martin R
717
-2
22
Heather
715
-1
23
Scott
710
=
24
Tiff
611
+1
25
Peter Gr
608
+2
26
Jade
591
-2
27
Jennifer
588
+1
28
Aaron
581
-2
29
Cally
576
-4
30
Peter Ga
507
=
31
Mark S
499
=
32
Henry
477
=
33
Ian J
444

I score 75 points, and only move up 1 place? Who wrote these stupid bloody rules?! Oh. Right. Dammit.

(Truly bonkers musical choice of the evening - Mike Oldfield's "Hergest Ridge".)

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