I must be getting old, or grumpy or even more boring, but I find Top Gear irritating. If you strip away that flash exterior, peel off those go faster racing stripes and the obsession with horse power, torque and nought to sixty statistics then all you are left with is a bunch of little boys fiddling with themselves and getting all excited about cars. There was a time when I found the programme amusing and at times funny. Now I think they are flogging a dead horse. Perhaps they have realised this with the sudden rush of autobiographies and books that they have come out with. I have a secret wish that when Clarkson asks the audience “who would like to see the lap” (Of the star in the reasonably priced car) They would groan and say no thanks and walk out of the studio. They won’t of course because they have paid to be there and they are all equally excited about cars.
Maybe its my age. I quite expect to wake up next week and find that what I need to make my life complete is pair of jeans with an elasticated waist, and that a trip to the garden centre would be an entertaining way to spend a Sunday afternoon. I have told Mrs BW that if I do, she is liberty to shoot me.