Spy casts his eye over the Sochi paddock and gives his musings from this weekend's Russian Grand Prix... He's everywhere, you know.
"Oh, an autograph, sure, why not, haven't signed any of those this week..."
The crew has Daniel convinced he can adjust the front wing angle using just the power of his mind. It helps pass the time.
Kimi can sleep standing up. Like a horse.
Romain 2.0™ required a reboot after continually calling his new team 'Arse' in the press conference.
Once again, Graham tells Max that no, he can't paint his driver room black or install a pinball machine...
Sky looked on in horror at Christian's latest adventure in leisure knitwear...
Faced with a tough engine-supply question from Lazers, Daniel adopts the village idiot defence of "aw shucks, don't know nothin' 'bout nothin'"
Rule number one: check Chris hasn't left his socket set in your seat before jumping in.
Simon always finds time to greet his fan club and check they're still on the meds.
Five seconds later Pastor tripped over his shoelaces and shoved Fernando into a pile of garden furniture.
Five seconds later Pastor accidentally jabs the juice box straw in his eye...
This is why we love F1: it's a non-stop, drama-laden, adrenaline-charged, rocket-propelled rollercoaster.
Kimi's rider is pretty straightforward these days...