I do enjoy the five-car battles for 12th place, sometimes; but it is now consistently the only battle out there.
The way I see it, it's like being dragged off to Tesco (other equally shitty places exist in December) to do Christmas shopping and:
a) spending 59 minutes and 55 seconds choosing, inspecting, individually weighing and counting every sprout, potato, carrot, etc - all done in what could be slow motion to be sure you get all the best pieces.
b) spending 5 seconds grabbing the first
Vettel turkey out of the freezer because (you're told), despite it being the centre piece of the meal, it is going to taste the same as it always does so it doesn't matter which one you decide to pick.
c) spending 30 minutes in the check-out queue because (you're told) it's Christmas Eve, and what else have you got to do!
So, a 4 for me - was going to be a 3 until Alonso's late pit exit and near collision with young Jules Vergne, which brought forth a muttered "fuck that was close; bet one of them gets a drive-through for that" while I momentarily lifted my my head, before returning it to the normal resting position.
Unfortunately, that was a bit like (back to the Xmas analogy here) deciding that the last roast potato on you plate is too big to eat whole, and when you cut into it you find a perfectly cooked maggot (fuck that was close; how did that get through the inspection process?) so you can leave the potato, as you didn't really want it anyway ..... but you've still got that last slice of dry, tasteless, overcooked
Vettel turkey to chew through for 20 minutes before you can escape the table.
. Had that site been somewhat better quality maybe I would have but it isn't so I didn't.
