There have been a few whispers around the web this week that Jeremy Clarkson, who fronts Top Gear, has been, how shall we say, a bit naughty (again). I’ve been a fan of Mr Clarkson on paper for years – his writing is intelligent, even if it’s a little shouty – but on screen I believe his feet are hanging so far out of his boots, it’s a wonder he doesn’t trip over.
And now the BBC have sent him home to think about his behaviour (again) while they investigate. Meanwhile, further scant details of the fracas emerge through the press: the steak dinner that wasn’t ordered, the ‘punch’ that was only ‘contact’ and Clarkson’s good friend May awkwardly stating “the man is a knob but I quite like him”.
This leaves speculation about whether a motoring show of Top Gear’s ilk could once again charge our Sunday nights (or any night if you frequent Dave).
Yesterday’s Grimsby Telegraph provided the perfect suggestion for a Clarkson replacement in the form of Guy Martin (think TT racing, truck mechanics and the industrial North) . He’s not in the same league on the journalistic front but oh boy, the show would definitely open up to a brand new demographic. A cute, tea drinking, petrol-head with a talent for speed and getting his hands oily? Oh and a Lincolnshire accent that could float any narrowboat.
I know who I’d rather be viewing post-roast. What do you think?
