Tyre shredder to tender shepherd: Clarkson’s (almost) all grown up
Is the famous petrolhead’s new show just ‘Top Gear with animals’? I think it’s more than that
Jeremy Clarkson. I’ve loved the guy since the first time I ever watched Top Gear. It was 2003 and the woolly-haired reporter was reviewing the MG XPower SV.
His irreverence, zaniness and ability to professionally cane a vehicle had earned my instant affection as a car-crazy 10-year-old. In my book on all things wheeled, his verdicts were regarded as gospel. Life got even better for me when I discovered that, not only was Clarkson a television man, he also wrote prolifically – with a pretty serious background in the craft of automotive journalism.
My father once worked at a newspaper headquartered in the middle of Johannesburg and, tagging along to the office at weekends, there was a corner that always had copies of the UK version of The Times and its Driving section, featuring a weekly column by my favourite motoring person. Awesome...