Fantasy Formula 1: United States

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Yeee-ha!

That was fun, wasn't it? Not sure about the hats, though.

And now there's just the one left to go. Whilst rumours about HRT being sold/shut down start to circulate (again), and the weather forecast for Sao Paolo has the word "APOCALYPSE" written across the map, it's sad to think the the season is nearly over.

Who do you think will win? That cheeky, sweary, German chappy with the priapic finger? Or that red-clad swarthy fellow with the tame caterpillars above his eyes, and a classy way of saying "Ham-meal-ton" when he's talking about Lewis? We'll know soon...

Naughty corner: Wow – it was all fairly good-natured, wasn’t it? I’m therefore going for the BBC, for not showing the race live and me having to wait until 10.30 to watch it. Well past my bedtime.

Hero: Reluctantly, but fairly, I’m saying Lewis this time. He drove brilliantly, and actually seemed quite cheerful afterwards. He hardly grumbled on the radio either.

Fantasy Formula 1 driver of the day was the aforementioned Mr Hamilton, with 27 points.

Elmon makes it 5 races at the front now, whilst Mark E led for the first 14. 1 race left, and Ollie C is only 6 points behind. Photo finish? Actually, we’ve never had a draw... I’d better think of some rules for that, just in case. (I accept cash and cheques.)

Seb is still the best driver to have picked for FF1 points, whilst Schumi’s shocking year sees him languishing in a terrible 17th place. Yes Narain is still last. Whist Red Bull are the best team to have chosen, McLaren have jumped Lotus into 3rd place, whilst HRT are where you’d expect them to be... right at the back.

Next race: This is it, ladles and jellyspoons! In the words of His Royal Jeff Lynne-ness, there’s gonna be a Showdown. What we really need is for it to take place somewhere with mental weather conditions where it can be boiling hot, stormy, or monsoon-level rain in the time it takes to say “Shut up, Eddie.”

Brazil? On the 25th of November? That’d do very nicely indeed.

(Mike Oldfield in quasi-classical album shock! Tonight It's "Music Of The Spheres" on the CD-o-phone.)

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