Uh-oh, this F1 driver promotional nightmare thing is gaining momentum and already we find that Giancarlo Fisichella phoning-in a dead eyed and slightly embarrassed appearance on some Italian no alcohol beer is but a mere blob of goz compared to the ocean of humiliation that is… THE MICHAEL SCHUMACHER ICE CREAMS
Christ alive, what was the shovel faced fool thinking here? Apart from, ‘when I next see Willi Weber I’m going to poke a lollipop stick up his arse’. Thanks to Piers Roache for this one. Do keep your F1 driver endorsement-based embarrassments coming.
