Cannot believe the popularity of Top Gear! Wake up, smell the coffee, buck the hype – this has to be the most puerile tosh ever on the box. The presenters? C'mon! 'Men as Boys' is so contrived it makes me want to vomit.
James May – the oafish, foppy nerd still infatuated with all things boring and who delights in being Captain Slow. And what's with the daft barnet? Oh, I'm a hippie now - though, of course, I was never a hippie when it was hip.
Richard Hammond – the cheesy DJ with floral shirts and and torn denims plus a 'menacing' leather jacket . Then the big Duran Duran hair and doe-eyed stare – oh, please mother me, puleeease girls. About as rebellious – and sexy - as Mr Bean.
Jeremy Clarkson – the non-pc icon. "I'm from the Dark Ages and I don't give a toss. I'll forever argue that black is white. So there!" Oh, how cool am I?
Now put them in silly cars and send the trio on the daftest, most boyish shoots ever. Let's pretend James has crashed his Lambo, they've kipped in their cars all night and, hey, look, the Hampster can emerge in the morning with a CD plastered to his face. And we'll get the car phone to call Vernon Kay lots of times. Then we'll find (another) 'best road in the world'. In Romania.
This is fifth form mince - and so bad now that it's become a parody of itself.
Kill this immediately.
Then we can get a proper car show.
James May – the oafish, foppy nerd still infatuated with all things boring and who delights in being Captain Slow. And what's with the daft barnet? Oh, I'm a hippie now - though, of course, I was never a hippie when it was hip.
Richard Hammond – the cheesy DJ with floral shirts and and torn denims plus a 'menacing' leather jacket . Then the big Duran Duran hair and doe-eyed stare – oh, please mother me, puleeease girls. About as rebellious – and sexy - as Mr Bean.
Jeremy Clarkson – the non-pc icon. "I'm from the Dark Ages and I don't give a toss. I'll forever argue that black is white. So there!" Oh, how cool am I?
Now put them in silly cars and send the trio on the daftest, most boyish shoots ever. Let's pretend James has crashed his Lambo, they've kipped in their cars all night and, hey, look, the Hampster can emerge in the morning with a CD plastered to his face. And we'll get the car phone to call Vernon Kay lots of times. Then we'll find (another) 'best road in the world'. In Romania.
This is fifth form mince - and so bad now that it's become a parody of itself.
Kill this immediately.
Then we can get a proper car show.