Rubens Barrichello's father and grandfather are also confusingly called Rubens, although Rubens himself had the good sense to name his own sons Eduardo and Fernando. We'll concentrate on the best known Rubens Barrichello here.

Barrichello's career before F1 is impressive: he claimed five Brazilian karting titles, which he followed by winning both the Formula Vauxhall Lotus and the British Formula 3 titles at his first attempt. He graduated to Formula One in 1993 with Jordan and in 1996 he got to drive one of those amazing-looking gold Benson & Hedges cars, although unlike his team-mate Martin Brundle, Rubens preferred to drive his the right way up.

A switch to Stewart in 1997 proved to be what they call "character-building". Barrichello saw the chequered flag at just three races, although one of those was at Monaco, where his second-place finish reduced team boss Jackie Stewart to tears on live TV. In fact, Jackie spent most of that year crying but this was the first time it was for joy. Rubens, no stranger himself to the odd bout of blubbing, fitted right in.

With just a brief mention of the controversial 2002 Austrian Grand Prix, at which Ferrari team orders saw Rubens let Michael Schumacher through for victory just yards from the line, we move on to the remarkable 2003 British Grand Prix, where Barrichello had probably the best race of his F1 career, overtaking anyone and everyone on his way to a memorable victory. His brave pass of Kimi Raikkonen at Bridge is the first and only time anyone has ever overtaken there. Most likely.

Rubens is now the most experienced driver in F1 history, which is a nice way of saying that he's knocking on a bit.

In December 2008, Honda announced that they were pulling the plug on their F1 team with immediate effect. Like a lot of people enduring the global economic downturn, they probably only needed a bit of extra cash to help them meet the repayments on that big plasma screen they'd just bought but for a while it made the future look gloomy for several hundred people working in Brackley, for whom working in Brackley was already reason enough to be gloomy.

Fortunately, multi-millionaire Jenson Button was saved from the dole queue by a Ross Brawn-led management buy-out, which was announced only three weeks before the start of the 2009 season and only five minutes before the new BGP001 was out on track putting in its first laps. In a debut that was impressive and dull in roughly equal measure, the car failed to explode, grind to a halt, go up in smoke or do anything even remotely amusing.

The new team, dubbed Brawn GP, sported a mainly white livery and an unchanged driver line-up, which upset F1 hopeful Bruno Senna, who had not only lost his last chance to get on the grid for 2009 but had also long believed that painting racing cars white shows a lamentable lack of imagination.

Jenson Button came into the world in Somerset in 1980. He has two slightly silly middle names - Alexander Lyons - and three slightly older sisters, born at regular internals in 1967, 1970 and 1973, although far be it from us to suggest that little Jenson was slightly less planned than his sisters.

Success in karting and Formula Ford led to Formula 3 and then almost immediately on to Formula One, where he made a few rookie mistakes but also qualified third in a Williams at Spa, which went a long way towards shutting everyone the hell up.

Still under contract to Williams, Jenson drove the 2001 season for Benetton, which became Renault in 2002 and BAR the year after. This was clearly all a bit confusing for Button, who announced in mid-2004 that he would be driving for Williams the following season, having signed contracts for both teams. Once that legal Gordian knot had been cut, Jenson went and did it all again in reverse in 2005, as he tried to wriggle out of his contract with Williams to stay with BAR.

Throughout all this vacillating, Jenson was linked with a succession of beauties, perhaps indicating that what women really want is a rich man in touch with his feminine side or, to put it another way, a Formula One driver who can never make his f**king mind up.

Button is often joined at races by his father John who, ever since Jenson won the first race of the 2009 season, has taken to wearing his "lucky pink shirt", conveniently forgetting - in the way that superstitious people do - all the times he wore the same shirt and Jenson finished three laps down.

Jenson has homes in Monaco, the UK and Bahrain, where he pursues his hobbies of mountain biking, almost growing a beard and browsing through lingerie catalogues to find his next girlfriend.

Kimi Raikkonen clearly loves his racing but can just as clearly take or leave everything that goes with it. Often electrifying behind the wheel, he sounds so wretchedly bored by the whole affair when he's interviewed that you're left wondering exactly why he carries on. He is, to borrow Martin Brundle's memorable phrase, extremely low-voltage.

Raikkonen entered F1 with Sauber in 2001, despite only having competed in 23 car races in his life. He'd won 13 of them but the FIA still needed convincing that he wasn't going to be a danger to himself and others before they issued his superlicence. They needn't have worried: Kimi scored a point in his debut race, having reportedly been asleep only half an hour before the start.

When Mika Hakkinen retired from the sport, Kimi was snapped up by McLaren, where they need to have a Finnish driver to prevent the fall of the Tower of London or something, so Raikkonen found himself paired with David Coulthard, during a season that once again turned out not to be the Scot's year.

Several seasons of poor reliability led Kimi to sign for Ferrari from 2007 and it turned out to be a good choice, since he won the title in his first season with the team, overcoming a seemingly insurmountable 17-point deficit to rookie Lewis Hamilton in the final two races.

It has, however, been Kimi's extra-curricular activities that have generated the most column inches. He has had contretemps with photographers, out-stripped lap-dancers, won snowmobile races under the pseudonym "James Hunt", been thrown out of nightclubs with his inflatable dolphin, raced powerboats dressed as a gorilla and and married a model.

After an electrical fire led to his retirement from second place in Monte Carlo in 2006, the TV cameras followed Kimi as he stomped through the streets, helmet still on, and straight onto a yacht (presumably his own) floating in the harbour. It wouldn't be much of a stretch to imagine him subsequently drinking it dry.

The yacht, that is, not the harbour.