It’s Armchair F1 time!

A weekend of frantic sporting activity beckons, as I try to decide if I’ve got enough time to nip off and make another cuppa without missing any coverage of the British Grand Prix.

For someone whose sporting knowledge outside of Formula 1 means knowing “there’s some tennis thing on”, it’s a very special weekend, as many of the UK’s F1 teams face their most arduous travelling experience of the year. In some cases, this logistical nightmare entails as much as half a mile’s journey, all the way to the Silverstone Circuit in Nottinghamshire.

Having made the journey once myself, I can confirm that you do have to get up before you went to bed to ensure a good viewing point, and it is possible to get a sun-tan on one side of your body only - which is a useful conversation point if you run out of things to talk to colleagues about on Monday after they’ve got over the shock of how much you willingly paid for a T-shirt covered in sponsor logos.

Whilst the season so far has largely featured the two Mercedes team drivers battling it out for the top spot, there is a good chance of a scrap between them again this weekend, with the added excitement that it is possible some of the other teams are actually catching them up a bit.

If you’re unfamiliar with F1, here’s a handy list of the Brits in with a chance of the win on home... er... tarmac:

1) Lewis Hamilton

Yup, that’s it. Hamilton’s silver Merc is a likely victor, whilst McLaren’s Jenson Button will be in a epic battle of his own, as he waits to see if his car will actually manage more than a couple of laps, and faces the depressing fact that he’s got about as much chance of taking his first ever podium place at his home race after 15 years of trying as I have of winning Miss World, even if I do shave my legs and wear a mankini.

So dismal is the current McLaren (largely down to it’s new Honda engine) that grid penalties may well see Jenson starting somewhere in rural Oxfordshire, and needing to do a full circuit of the M25 before crossing the start line... assuming the engine lasts that long.

The only other Brit on the grid this year, Will Stevens, is in a Marussia. If you’re not sure if a Marussia is any good, imagine donning your helmet and walking along a row of gleaming Harley Davidsons, only to discover your ride is the rusty push bike at the end. Without a saddle.

Still, as almost all of the teams, irrespective of their officially declared nationality, are based in England, we should be able to enjoy a British win, even if Hamilton fails to deliver.

And that most British of things might liven it all up too – there’s a bit of rain forecast.

See you on the sofa. I’ll be the one wearing a faded Damon Hill baseball cap.

This post might have first appeared as my "Thank grumpy it's Friday column", in the North West Evening Mail, on the 3rd of July 2015. I say "might have" as I've no idea if last week's did - my print edition never arrived in the post, and no columns have been added to their website in over a month.

Still, you're reading them, so that's OK. If you fancy keeping an eye out for any appearing on the paper's website, take a look here.

Although it's about half past five here, I've yet to see the qualifying session from earlier today - with the great British weather being splendidly fickle as usual, it seemed wise to get an hour or so in up at the allotment whilst the sun was shining. I'll watch is during a well-deserved curry this evening. I'm guessing Hamilton is on pole?

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