Well wasn't that lucky

Indolence has its own rewards and very occasionally they're more than worth all the effort involved in not actually doing anything.

And now it emerges that it might just have been was well I preferred admiring the curiously well tanned torso of Richard Armitage over the dubious delights of the Grand Prix finale and the calamitous turn for the unreliable Lewis Hamilton's little non-red caboose has taken in recent weeks: so calamitous that he managed to lose the title to a blond bloke with absolutely the most monotonous delivery I've ever had the misfortune to hear.

Any hoo, a petrol temperature related possible infraction of the elaborate rules of the 'sport' has opened up the possibility of disqualification of up to three vehicles that finished ahead of the little non-red caboose - and if that were to happen Lewis would secure he needs to wrest the title from this boring blond man and give the world a boring non-blond manlet as title holder.

Do I sound like I care a great deal about any of this?

PS As far as I can determine from a cursory examination of the back pages the results were not overturned and Little Lewis ended up losing the title to the boring blond with too many 'k's in his name.