Typical, our great hope for the Australian Grand Prix zooms in to win, and then the whole day becomes a massive downer, thanks to a load of middle-aged clowns spoiling everyone’s head-rush.

Gene Simmons - he who has reportedly made the world’s most limp and monotonous sex tape - and his grown-up mates are still putting on face paints and doing that horrible tongue thing in front of crowds of (presumably) weeping children - even though they have over a thousand years between them!

But Kiss remember theirs

There’s only one way to look less manly than a group of gents who wear more makeup than Rooney’s favourite grotty old prostitute, and that’s to pose with them while they wear six inch heels.

In a genius bit of marketing that will raise the profile of F1 in the States, Kiss will be performing at the Australian Grand Prix this Sunday (chickendinner betting preview here). Personally, I won’t be watching - not because I can’t be bothered to stay up until ridiculous o’clock, but because Kiss just ain’t the same since Ace Frehley and Peter Criss left maaan. And Gene Simmons’ huge tongue unnerves me.

[Picture: Kiss Online]