Having said that I found Top Gear irritating recently, I decided that it was only fair if I watched it this week to see if it had improved. I sat through an hour of the boys taking their second hand cars across various bits of Africa, occasionally patronising some Africans and taking some risks with some of the wildlife. It was actually very funny, though mainly because Clarkson and May both messed up and made mistakes and Hammond for once had the upper hand for most of the show. But I did so want Clarkson to be in the VW at the end *.
This means of course that either I am inconsistent in my views from day to day or I have managed to reverse the ageing process and am retreating from Mr Grumpy back to the carefree days of my Youth. I suspect that it is the former as the only things that are retreating at the moment is my hairline, and my liquidity. Never mind its Tuesday tomorrow.
* Apparently the boys all hate VW beetles and if their own cars failed to make it then they would have to drive the VW that followed them the whole way. I think there was a joke in there somewhere because the VW kept up with them and as far as one can tell didn’t get stuck, break down or float away in a river.